So you brought me to a death trap?

This baby really knows how to throw a P.

I completely forgot to blog about last weekend! Last weekend was filled with firsts. It was the first time I was ever early for anything, the first time I ever drank at a 1 year old's birthday party, the first time the one year old turned one, and the first time I had the pleasure of attending a Thrashers' game.

Jenni and I...excuse me... The Honorable Jennifer 'Danger' Caruso and I spent most of the weekend together. On Saturday we met up at Emily's mother-in law's house for Baby Jake's birthday.

I was the first non-family member to arrive. Emily was shocked, I was shocked. The first thing they did when I got there was ask me,"what would you like to drink?" I'm like, "Well, what are my choices?" Matt's mom was like: "Beer, wine, cranberry and vodka..." I'm thinkin' Ye-ah...... Jake is hookin' it up! This 1 year old really knows how to throw a P. (that's slang for party. I just made that up, like right now...genius? maybe.)

Isn't he precious?

I can't believe Jake's already turning one. When Emily called me and told me that she was pregnant I did what I always do when one of my friends get pregnant, i size up their baby bump. I felt that hers looked like a Charles. We're not too formal around here so I called him Charlie. This went on until he was born. Emily kept saying stuff like "You're weird" but I don't choose the prebirth name, it just comes to me. His postbirth name is Jake. He seems to respond to it well, I mean he stops licking the floor when you say "Jake stop!" So he must like it. Since he likes it so much, I guess I'll just start calling him that. I still think he looks like a Charles, though.

It was a tough choice to figure out what the Honorable Jenni and I were going to get baby Jake for his first birthday. There were only two things we were concerned with:

1. We had to out shine everyone else's gifts

and

2. Our present had to be the best.

Wait? Is that the same thing. You're right...it kinda is. Well, that baby didn't know what hit him! Mission accomplished,because our gift was AWESOME!

On Friday Jenni called me while I was at work and said, "I think I've found the perfect gift - it says ages 3-6 on the box but isn't that more of a suggestion than a rule?" Uh....You Bet! We couldn't let this opportunity pass us by. Just because the FCC doesn't think Jake's old enough to play with a certain toy doesn't mean he is. Who are they? They don't know him...he's a ma-ture 1 year old. So we went in halvseys on an awesome Jump-o-lene! Its like a mini bouncy house! And because it says 3-6 on the side, that means he it can use it until he is 6. And the way I see it..that's like 5 years of fun ahead of him. Pretty awesome right? Emily asked for the receipt. We didn't give it to her.

Unfortunately I don't have more pics because Emily's camera died mid Baby Jake photo shoot, so I let her put her SD card in my camera. But if you're friends with Emmy...not a creepy stalker that's just checkin' out my page...she should post pics soon. Baby Jake is quite possibly the sweetest/most adorable child on the planet. I love him so much.

Shortly after the cake was eaten Jenni and I hit the road. We had to drive to her parent's house in Roswell to pick up the Thrashers tickets. While we were there we did a little battling on Sing Star. It was a friendly game. We didn't even keep score... I beat her three times. She beat me once, the last song we sang...then refused to play anymore because she quote "likes to go out on a win." It was fun.

We got ready and then headed down to the CNN Center for a couple of brewskys before the game. We sat across from this really strange family. The mom looked permanently surprised. Her husband looked permanently down trodden, and her kids (all under the age of 10) were rudely told to "Look around...I don't know do you see one." When they asked if the food court had a McDonald's. Thankya Jesus for my crazy German Mother. I just wanted to slap that lady's eyebrows off when she whipped out the cleaning wipes, handed them to her husband and watched him clean the table while she scowled with disgust. Bia alert!

Anyway, when we escaped the "Leave it to beaver family" and found our section, the game was already in play. The Thrashers up by one point. Because I was a newcomer to the world of hockey, I didn't realize that the people holding the signs up that say "STOP- puck is in play" are being serious.

I go "Jenni, why do we have to stop when they're playing, that's weird..."

She's like "Well, it can be dangerous because if a puck hits you, you could be hurt really bad."

"What?!? So, you brought me to a death trap?"

But really, does that make any sense? because if you're moving and you can see the puck coming towards you, wouldn't it be easier to run away from it than if you were sitting in your chair? What can you do in your chair? Duck?

Hockey is so manly. Jenni says she likes it because she feels like when they fight, they're fighting over her. It was so much fun.

I think this is a Manly fight - not sure.

Me and Jenni - she has a pink Thrashers Jersey

They were giving away these collector Thrashers cups. But you had to buy a beer in order to get one. So of course I self-sacrificed and drank a second beer so that I could bring Matt home a souvenir. He just doesn't know the things I do for him. ha ha.

It was a great weekend.