That's it. Seven days and my G-man turns one. I'm at a loss for words. His party is on Saturday. I'm nowhere near ready but I'm not too concerned. I'll pick up the rest of the stuff on Friday and do most of the preparations then. I may have gone a bit crazy with the guest list (but I couldn't exclude her, or him, or them). Oh well. We're gonna whoop it up (remember to get wine). There will obviously be lots of documentation. Photographic and video. Any guesses on how many times I'll cry?