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    I’ve got a bee in my bonnet again. If I ever start an event planning company, I think I’m going to call it “Bee in a Bonnet”. It sounds lame but I could make it cool. I always call my crazy ideas a “bee in my bonnet” because that’s what they feel like to me. They buzz around my head in all different directions driving me crazy until I finally see them to fruition. It’s a blessing and a curse at the same time. Sometimes I’ll be in the shower thinking so hard about my latest idea, I’ll forget if I’ve shampooed my hair or not. So I’ll have to wash it again.

    Right now there is something else that is louder than my bee in my head. It’s Baby Bug is in the other room crying her head off. It’s making it hard to concentrate especially since I’m supposed to be working when the babysitter is here, not writing a blog post. But as I said I have a bee in my bonnet and it’s buzzing so hard I have to let it out for just a quick break. But can I first just talk about Baby Bug and her latest separation anxiety attacks? Sheesh!

    I think it’s normal but she has it bad right now. Every time the babysitter comes, she cries her head off and then for the rest of the day if I even leave the room she starts crying. I hate to see her so afraid but I think she needs to learn to trust other people especially people I tell it’s okay for her to trust. I know this is part of her development but it’s hard! I have such mixed feelings over it. My instinct just wants to cuddle her and make everything okay.

    A lot of my friends make fun of me and tell me I spoil Baby Bug because I spend every waking minute with her. I didn’t get a babysitter until she was a year old and I still won’t leave her at night. That means no date nights for Toby and I but it’s not like we were very good at those anyway. I rock her to sleep every night. I think the only other person who could put her to sleep is my mom and that’s only because my mom rocks her and sings like I do. I probably shouldn’t bring this up on my blog because I’m sure there are a lot of people out there with really strong opinions contrary to mine about this. But maybe it’s okay to have some discussion. It’s something I worry about a lot.

    Okay, done with the separation anxiety subject. On to my latest idea!

    So…. some background first: Toby is turning forty this year. The big four-oh. Wowie Zowie! I think it’s cool. I think he should be proud of himself and party like it’s 1999. But no, he doesn’t want any kind of party. He’d be perfectly happy if I completely forgot that his birthday is on March 20th. How could I forget though? It’s the first day of spring! One of my favorite days! And he’s turning forty, this is such a big deal. The only thing bigger was when I turned thirty and I threw the biggest coolest Happy Lucky Chinese Birthday party ever. Too bad I wasn’t blogging back then because I would love nothing better than to link to some pictures and brag brag brag.

    Anyway all this leads up to me wanting to plan a party. (roll eyes here) As you know I’m only allowed to throw one party a year, which is the stupidest rule ever but Toby has to put some limits on me or else I’d make us go bankrupt. This rule sucks because Baby Bug’s birthday party is already over and now I have to wait a whole year to plan the next one. Plus, I was thinking I should keep her birthdays low key because maybe babies don’t like crazy parties. (Ha! Who am I kidding? We’re probably going to have a blow out every year.)

    Then I got to thinking that this year my birthday falls on a friday and the obvious day to throw a party would be the saturday after which is…………….. (drum roll here) ……..

    Oh Seven Oh Seven Oh Seven!!!!! As in July 7th, 2007. How cool is that?! There are so many possibilities for a theme party here. It’s a secret agent’s dream come true! You’ve got the Double Oh Seven James Bond theme and then lucky seven Vegas style… I could cover my breakfast bar in tinfoil and serve chilled seven-up in martini glasses. We could play lounge music and dress up like cool cats from the sixties!!!! So fun!!!!

    Except the part where everybody is sick of me throwing parties for myself. Hmph. I can’t throw myself another party. It’s just pathetic. But what can I do?!!! I can’t help it that my birthday is a day before the coolest day all year. I told Toby about my ideas for a 070707 party and guess what? He thought it was kinda cool too. So cool that he said I could throw his birthday party in July. What!!!! Is he serious? Or is he just trying to throw me off track so March 20th will come and go and I’ll leave him alone?

    Obviously he’s underestimating the power of a bee in my bonnet.

  • Bug,  Family Matters,  party party,  the sticks

    Birthday Party Number TWO!!

    A lot of my relatives from the sticks couldn’t make it to Baby Bug’s big crazy Pinkkkkity First Birthday Party, so we decided to have another mini version of her party last Sunday. Why not? More cupcakes, more presents, more fun… no problem! We could make it last all month and that would be fine with Baby Bug and I. We love birthdays.

    The weather was so nice we decided to have spaghetti dinner out in my mom’s front yard. My mom makes the BEST spaghetti. It’s her specialty. With good company and no flies (because it’s winter), it was a perfect dinner.

    After dinner was cupcake time. I made some more of my pinkkkkity pink cupcakes even though technically I’m sick of pink. It just didn’t seem the same if I made them orange or blue. Besides, Baby Bug is quite experienced at pink cupcake carnage and I wouldn’t want to confuse her with a new color. She’s finessed her moves down to frosting massage and stuffing fistfuls into her mouth one after the other. It’s great fun. I love babies eating cupcakes. Two cutes make a super duper cute.

    It was also my cousin Kelz’s birthday on the fifteenth of January so we made her smush a cupcake up her nose too. Actually, she’s too ladylike for that but she did try to for the camera ’cause she’s a good sport like that. Guess how old she is… You’ll never guess. She’s six feet tall and only fourteen. Hello Supermodel. But no, she doesn’t model and she doesn’t play basketball. She just does regular fourteen-year-old stuff.

    And that was my trip to the sticks. I had to skidaddle back home as quickly as possible because my nieces (who missed the party but showed up late Sunday night) were germy and sick and I don’t think I could handle Baby Bug fighting another fever just yet. Two colds in one month is plenty for me.