Tomorrow is Jane's first birthday. With my usual inimitable sanity, I have made party hats for the party we are not having.
Note that there are in fact more hats than people to wear them. Also, I took long enough at the store choosing the paper that I made the baby cry. Excellent parenting.
Steve and I put the hats on ourselves, of course, while she was sleeping.
Admirably focused on his work.
Then I put everything away before Jane could wake up and participate in any way herself. No birthday hats for you, baby. It's not your birthday yet, now is it? When she's older, we should make sure to ride her Christmas bicycle for her every night in Advent, and dogear the pages of all her books before she can read them. It's just more thoughtful that way.