Social Life Saved!

Hallelujah, I knew this baby thing was bound to pay off. We got invited to a PARTY this week. The invitation was printed on real paper and enclosed in a hand written envelope. Evite is so over.

Of course, under the RSVP line, it said "don't forget your socks." And there were balloons incorporated into the design. But still, it is a real live social invitation.

Although I will happily boast that our tried and true Chicago friends have really stepped up to the plate in terms of rescuing us from the diaper doldrums this month. They graciously attended a dinner party that began at 6:00 p.m. And while dessert was cleaned up by 8:30, we didn't feel like we had crushed their Saturday night. That's stick-with-it friendship. Babies or no.

Back to the birthday. Naturally I'm psyched, but typical Chicken anxiety has creeped into the picture. What if the other parents don't like me? What if they think that because I pick pacifiers up off the floor and return them to the mouth, that I am neglectful? What if they think my baby's mohawk is weird?

I'm RSVP-ing yes anyway. With socks.