Quite frankly, these pictures didn't capture the chaos.
Or the noise.
Or the fun.
They don't really convey Sena's nonstop smile, or the satisfaction she
a party she has been planning in her own mind had regarding days after her last birthday. Actually, I take that back. She's been planning this party since before her last birthday. since
She invited all her friends, and lucky for me, she counts among her best friends many of my best
friends, willing to indulge in late night Parliament dance offs. The party included a disco ball, a spotlight, tons of sparkly dresses, an Afro, a Russian fur hat, and plenty of impressive moves. Sena had the foresight to spend the morning stretching in preparation. She wasn't going to let cramps or sore muscle keep her from the action. grown-ups
We also discovered that Arlo takes after his big sister in more ways than we previously knew-- just like her, he never wants to leave the party. He fell asleep on Tom's back dancing, then woke up through the night begging to dance with his friend some more.
The party also felt like my first real attempt at my New Year's resolution, which has been on my mind a lot despite not being put into action the way I had intended. As it turns out, having fun in the dead of winter while pregnant was not all that easy. Have I been happy? Heck yeah. But I don't think I've had a ton of fun, per se. A
disco funk party was just the way to change that, so thank you Sena for making that happen, even if it did mean strapping a three week old to my chest so that I could bust some moves.