Saturday night was my friend, Sarah's birthday party. I said good-bye to calorie counting and we had a real good time. Her mom had made delicious Sangria and we grilled hamburgers and sat outside around a fire, played badminton and volleyball. Henry watched everyone and smiled and chewed on his little blanket.
Something that's definitely different when you have a kid is leaving a party at 8:40 so that your baby can get into bed by 9:00. I mean, technically we could've stayed until later but God only knows what the night would've held if we'd let Henry go to bed at the party and then had to interrupt Henry's sleep to get him into the car and unload him, etc. Potential fussy-town U.S.A. Personally, I prefer the 9 to 3:30 a.m. sleeping, myself.
Thankfully, our friends were so nice and started the party at 5 p.m. so we got to stay almost 4 hours so that was lovely. But, it was a little sad to have to leave such good company early in the night. Alas, we love little Henry and you gotta do what you gotta do to help your sweet boy get enough sleep.