Are we terrible parents?

It's Benj's 1st birthday on Sunday and all anyone seems to want to know is "are you having a party?"

Are we terrible parents because, frankly, we are both knackered and don't think Ben will notice if we do NOTHING? Plus, he has a bazillion toys anyway and our place is not big enough to take anymore stuff. More importantly having a party would involve tidying up the house, which is just crazy talk.

I'm thinking maybe brunch at a kid-friendly cafe.

Here's the man himself checking out the ladies.



Ugh.

That thing I said

You know how just the other day I was going on about wanting to be at home?

Well after my first morning of solo parenting, combined with Benj spending his lunchtime nap screaming for 2 hours, I am over it. Where's the nearest pyramid?

laters gators.