It's funny. When I was struggling with infertility, the Maybe Baby's potential birthday was the LAST thing on my mind. When I was hugely pregnant with full-term twins two years ago, I did not freaking care if it was Christmas, thankyouverymuch. By the time Linus and Veda's first birthday rolled around, though, it became clear why having a super-close-to-Christmas birthday flat out sucks. Between Christmas and New Year's festivities, people are all partied out. Sure, some people will come to the party, but they won't be enthusiastic. They've all been smushed in the middle of way too much togetherness, they're broke, and they're dieting.
So expect this to be the last January when I throw a birthday party.
Hang on. I'm not a cruel mommy, and I'm not throwing in the towel. Rather, I'm taking the suggestion of my aunt, who turned me on to the idea of half birthday parties. Next year we'll celebrate in a small way on their actual birthday - maybe a cupcake and a visit to the bounce house - and save the big party for the summertime. Backyard fun beats being packed like sardines in the living room on every count in my book.