It was kind of unbelievable that in a week’s time, X would be officially one year old. That would also be the time we could stop sterilising his milk bottles and utensils. I would call that liberation! While some parents continued to sterilise beyond one year, we had our own cut off time frame.
Besides, this boy of ours had already been snitching pasta, ice cream, Coffee Bean’s ice chocolate and more from us. His health seemed to be back on the mend, thanks to the Chinese herbs which we had attempted to consume on a more regular basis.
In a few days’ time, we would be celebrating his first year old bash. I would call it a bash because it would be a huge party. It would definitely be our last mega party in a long while. I prepared a simple guest book template. Unlike the previous round where it was printed professionally, we would probably be binding the loose sheets or putting them into a file.
We also managed to complete the video montages for the party. It was not so much for showing the videos to the guests but more for X to watch when he was of age. Z really enjoyed the video montage and photobooks that I had created through the years. It would be really unfair not to do the same for X. Besides, if I did not do it for the party, I would probably not do it in the end. Thankfully, I had been diligently deleting poorly taken shots and unfortunately, been less hardworking with capturing High Definition videos. The iPhone videos paled in comparison when stitched alongside with the HD videos. Well, something was better than nothing!
We had also purchased the party favours and were only left with packing/sorting.
I did not have any theme for the birthday party, simply because I was never really into handicrafts, too busy to source for materials (besides the hotel would be providing floral arrangements) and had maxed out my creative juices for themes at work.
While I had to admit it was hard to muster the same level of enthusiasm during Z’s time (boy… I even had a powerpoint briefing slide!), I would like to think that I was more experienced this round and knew what counted or not. I was still pretty excited because X was going to be one. He was going to be less babyish, he was going to be getting into a lot more trouble, he was going to be cheekier and yes, life would be a little more complicated.
Even so, Baby X, I looked forward to every growing moment with you.