Does that sound like a soap title? My Mom, the resident cliché spouter, yesterday intoned, "You bit off more than you could chew.". Maybe I did, but it's all for dear Marguerite, so it's all good. The thing is, I've been spitting bits out anyway, to continue the lovely idiomatic image. I had planned to bake madeleines or tea cakes and I'm not anymore. I said I'd be making signs and I think we'll be using our pointing fingers instead. It's not like you could get lost in the venue (going to the venue is another matter) or the tea corner and the face painting booth wouldn't be recognizable when you see them. Husband and I had planned to compose a song for Marguerite and it looks like we have to put that off until the next birthday. I am bone-tired though, I admit, and my days and nights are so messed up, I'm worse than a newborn. I've also been modifying the more grandiose ideas as I execute them. Right now, I'm waiting for the streamer (which I hand-painted myself) to dry before I whip it off the floor so people can stop crawling over furniture or thinking they're track stars and leaping over the blessed thing, but always ALWAYS falling short. I've just decided to make footprints part of the design. Anyway, I wasn't able to paint the gingham pattern I meant to use as a background for it, so it could actually use a substitute; why not footprints? The colors are off too because I'm not so great at mixing. Anyway, I don't think it's completely shabby. It's obviously amateurish, but it's not too bad. I'll be posting pics after Saturday, so you be the judge. Once I'm done with this post, I'll be off to start work on the piñata. So far, I'm done with the souvenirs and favors, as well as the montages. After the piñata, I'll finish working on the bunting. That's another thing that got modified. Anyway, I think things will look okay, but all in a very Monet way, meaning just don't come up close. Oh, btw, I do all the grunt work at night. During the day, when I get a break from taking care of my daughter, I tend to the little things like making calls to suppliers, confirming attendance, and stitching appliqués to the plain bib that is to turn into Marguerite's first birthday one. Sleep? I plan to do that after the party. Seriously? I do sleep. Every minute for about a nanosecond. I can't help it. But like I said, "no complaints".