the mount everest of parenthood: I plant my flag

I just threw my first successful kiddie party!


Successful, because my kids actually behaved halfway normally, AND enough grownup-y friends came that I even had fun (apart from the fun of seeing my kids be almost normal), AND enough other kids showed that I didn't feel like a loser-by-proxy, AND the whole thing -- held in a rented gymnastics joint -- lasted exactly ninety minutes with no embarrassing dragged-out finale of watch-checking and throat-clearing and parents sidling toward the door.


I haven't felt this proud of myself since the first time someone told me, "Doctor L, you saved my daughter's life! Thank you, thank you!" (Which has happened exactly once, to tell the truth.)