Keep Calm and Carry On
This WWII mantra might just as well be our personal motto for the next 24 hours. Noah's 4th birthday party is tomorrow afternoon, and while we totally are not planning any huge soirée or sorta-super Sweet Sixteen, our natural state of ultra-laid-backness makes our house a hectic beehive anytime we have to plan just about anything. We are really REALLY looking forward to having friends over, and Noah is stoked about playing his new 'treasure ball' game with Nate and John. We just tend to overreact to anything that's so set in stone and requires, by a particular deadline, things like baking and couch-moving and seat-counting and praying to God the elevators are still working tomorrow, and figuring out once and for all if doing an Elmo pináta in our apartment will work or not.
...you know, normal stuff.
And with the Bubbster's, God-willing, last appointment related to his kidney issues taking up a good portion of today, it puts us behind the eight ball a bit already.
Only in our minds, I suspect.
Oh, and Jenni really wants one of those posters.