So Dexter will be turning 1 year old in just a matter of weeks! I’m no closer to chosing a theme, or food, or buying decoration or presents… in fact, the only thing I’ve done is send a few invites! I have however found some pretty cool childrens party games thanks to Super Savvy Me.
In truth, I’m feeling more than a little guilty. I first posted about his impending birthday weeks ago, but haven’t actually done anything about it. When I think about the effort I made with Christmas, I feel like I peaked too early. Unfortunately the guilt won’t stop me blagging my way through this party. It’s too late for a theme, so it’s set to be a bit of a shambles.
On a plus, since posting about the prospect of a house-bound party with wine and nibbles, and a few hours of Justin Fletcher in a pathetic bid to stop the children from squabbling, the Big Man seems to have played a blinder and the weather looks set to stay nice. This means we can play Wacky Races and do some sensory play in the garden. I figure that if Craig is distracted doing ‘man things’ like drinking beer and manning the BBQ, I can also get the children to help me re pot my seedlings and take advantage of the free labour.
I’m not sure our garden is big enough for a bouncy castle but it can take a trampoline, and maybe a sandpit - I’m sure I can create some kind of toddler-friendly obstacle course to keep them entertained. If I’m feeling really brave, I might just make one of these cool walls out of some old cereal packets to let the little monsters punch their way out of whatever make-shift maze I subject them to.

I think we might be horrendously cruel parents and not bother with a birthday pressie for Dex. He won’t remember it and he has everything you can possibly think of. When the time comes to buy him a bike we’ll get it, but it seems silly buying him things he can’t possibly use yet. The only gift I’d like to get is a bottle of wine from 2012 (his birth year, obviously) so we can present him with it on his eighteenth birthday. He can choose to drink it or sell it - it’s just something different (and I fear it says more about me than him!).
So there it is… I’ve ditched the dream of having a first birthday worthy of those cringeworthy shows on MTV. Maybe I’ll get a few balloons and tie them to the front door, maybe I won’t - I guess that depends on how many glasses of wine I drink at 10am when I’m panicking about welcoming everyone! Am I the World’s Worst Mum? Or simply a realist? I’ll let you decide, I’m off to rope to someone into making my son’s birthday cake…


