Upcoming D-day, I mean B-Day

In two more weeks, Saya turns 1 year old. Even though it seems nice to invite all my seemingly close friends (even though I don't have many, they are all just golden), somehow I dread this day more than ever. I'm not a fan of big parties, as you can see. The closest to partying I do are family get-togethers and company picnics. After I turned 21, I didn't hit the clubs with my girlfriends. In fact, in the past 3.5 years since I turned 21, I only went to a club once. And it was due to going out with DB because he wouldn't go if I went and his friends really wanted him to.

Anyway, I've already written down my guestlist. I haven't invited all the peeps yet, but am hoping to outsource that task to my two closest friends and mother. I've compiled a little spreadsheet to enumerate our guests as well as keep track of costs and supplies; for food mostly. (Of course, parties are ALL about the food!) Starting next week, I will need to start gathering supplies. blah blah blah...party...man I'm really starting to despise party planning. (It will be one of the main reasons for holding off our "wedding" as long as possible.)

Update on Saya:
Still hasn't walked yet. Some people are already calling her a "slow" walker, to which I reply,"Hell yea! She's lazy as heck. We have her walk and after a few minutes, she'll get back down to the floor and start crawling." I think it's amazing how being born around the same time can subject you to all sorts of comparison. I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing, but I try to avoid making comparisons that promote the idea that my baby is superior to others. She's not. What she is, however, is one sassy ass lil' baby. She has been very good lately as I can't even tell when she's teething. But last night. Well, I don't really know what it was but she wouldn't stop going to the tv yesterday and pressing buttons left and right. DB and I tried to have a decent movie night (watching our Forensic Files, man I love that show), but Saya's antics had us a little frustrated. After several failed attempts to keep her away from the tube, he put her in "time-out" (in her crib) for a minute. She wailed at the top of her lungs, so we took her out. She went back to her bad girl ways. Wouldn't breastfeed or sleep, so DB brought her back to the crib. Strangely, she instantly made peace with the crib and sat there for a good 15 minutes, playing with her crib toys.