I am only 18 months old. Well, 18 months and 13 days. So let’s say 18 and half months.
I’m going to blame this v-e-r-y long winter and the fact that we are oh-so bored lately; the temperature has been warming up, but the playgrounds are still soggy messes from melting snow and torrential downpours, and there is only so much we can do at home. The same old indoor activities are getting really old – how often can you run around the same patch of carpet in front of H&M at the mall? (For the record, the train table at Barnes & Noble has not and will not ever lose its appeal, but Mommy doesn’t seem to want to hang out there as much as I do.)
Mommy and I dream of warmer days and playing outside, and Mommy is starting to envision cute little themes and decorations and an invitation list. I blame Suzanne for being a party overachiever and everyone who has ever contributed to Party Like a Kid for setting the bar way too high.
Also? Mommy is about as crafty as a rock, so 6 months sounds about right to attempt cutesy little DIY touches like this great banner: