A Patriotic Party, for starters:
|Pinwheel instructions found here.|
How about: Birthday Party, Done Right:
Then there's my personal favorite: Sangria is Spanish for "Devil's Juice":
|Heaven comes in the form of a giant hunk of meat ...|
|We're still talking about that corn casserole ...|
We had a dinner party on Saturday in honor of my birthday. Did I mention that it was my birthday? Well, it was. And to celebrate, we hosted Date Night for a very special group of friends. Once a month, we get together with three couples we met during our Bradley Birthing Method class last year for a night of childless, adult conversation. Sometimes we go out, sometimes we take turns hosting at our homes.
Can you believe that some of our now-closest friendships developed as a result of childbirth education?!? Over the past year, these folks have become like family to us. They know our child and they love our child; as we do theirs. And when someone loves your child as much as you do... well, you keep those folks around. So, it was an honor to have them over and to celebrate my birthday with them. We made a full dinner using recipes from The Pioneer Woman (including that wicked Sangria). It was amazing: Beef Tenderloin, Fresh Corn Casserole, Mango-Pineapple Salsa, Caprese Salad and Red, White and Blue Strawberries (these weren't from PW, but they were super easy to make).
The next day was, well, rough. But it was a celebration and we had two of the best babysitters a girl could ask for:
|They're going to say this is a bad picture; but I love it and it's my blog ...|
We had planned to go for brunch, but someone's stomach just couldn't handle the thought of digesting a buffet meal just yet so we waited it out. Dad and Toni went for a hike a nearby Umstead State Park. I'm not sure they were adequately dressed for the occasion, though:
After the Special Op Mission, we went to dinner at Mura in North Hills. It was delicious, as expected, but mostly I wanted you to see how freakin' adorable my child looked:
|She looked like a birthday present ...|
|What? Oh, like you don't let your toddler select the wine for you ...|
Hope yours was filled with the Power of Pride, too.