i need a CAKE PLATE!

one day past the thrill of the 11 month mark and i'm stressed about the impending "big day." it wasn't even something i was conscious of, but about 20 minutes ago i started yammering to michael about where we were having bridget's first birthday party. and i didn't even give him proper warning, i just blurted out "what do you think of old sturbridge village?" somehow - through way too many similar outbursts by me - he knew what i was talking about. next thing i know, i've already investigated every state park in massachusetts and what they have to offer and i am on the phone with my father asking about using their house for a western mass soiree. it's done. rather than find a mid-point in massachusetts, we are having two separate groups. this is how everything gets done around here - every possible scenario covered in 15 minutes. decision rendered. tomorrow i will find the holes in the plan.

although...the eastern mass group consists only of my husband's immediate family - and they will surely be invited to my parents' house, so why bother having a second party? will we include our friends? no. two cakes? yes, its good enough for me - especially since michael's mother's cake is so freaking good.

these are the downfalls of not owning a home though. you can not host a party.