Hello loves, this was a strange day for me. Sometimes some small things can derail me all day. Today, I got hung up on Edda’s birthday party invitation. Somehow, this task paralyzes me – even though we’ve been doing it for half a decade, it still sometimes overwhelms me. I don’t like drawing up the invite list because I’m afraid of leaving someone off. I don’t like sending out the invitation because immediately people say – I’m sorry! I can’t come. But I do like the party. We originally had it scheduled on her actual birthday – Sat the 24th, but we are moving it because so many people are marching on DC that day – and I think we want to too. So it’s Sunday the 25th.
It’s Vince’s 16th birthday on Saturday and he’s asking for a lot of new clothes. (Thank you Kiki for the overalls.) He’s also been making bank babysitting certain weekends. He looks so much like a teenager – I do not understand these clothing choices. Also, the music! The music! I can’t listen to his music (said every parent that ever existed).