Each year Paul and I have looked forward to our annual dinner party -- if you can call a get-together with too much food and too few chairs a dinner party. For each of the last three years, we've hosted it at the end of February. The anticipation gets me through the long, dreary winter.
With a brand spanking new baby, we weren't sure if we'd be up for hosting it this year. But a few weeks ago we took the plunge and sent out the invitations. The party's on!
But with a few changes. Instead of a Saturday night dinner party, we're holding a Sunday brunch -- think 2010's brinner party, but at a more traditional time for the food served.
At our previous parties, the last guests have left late into the night. It's not exactly conducive to putting a three-month-old to sleep. But with a brunch, we can have our (coffee) cake and eat it, too, maybe with a side of ice cream: we can host our get-together and keep Edith on her fuzzy schedule. And we get to introduce her to some of our closest friends in New York!
Needless to say, I'm looking forward to this Sunday. (Look for a wrap-up next week on how the party went.) Here's hoping Edith doesn't decide to wake me every two hours Saturday night. I've got coffee cake to make!