Liam's First Birthday

Last Saturday marked the first of Lily's underage forays into a bar to celebrate the birthday of her older, hairier boyfriend. Thankfully, this time around the shots were filled with frosting and weren't done off anyone's exposed navel.

We headed down to Sopo Lounge, where the entire second floor was decked out in Elmo paraphernalia...and here I thought that Lily had made a wholly original choice to christen Elmo as her first obsession. Lily ran around playing hard to get while her parents nibbled on chicken satay skewers and macaroni and cheese while trying desperately to appear social. Lily seemed to enjoy herself, which is par for the course, and I learned that every father in their 30's is quite literally required to wear a half zip sweater at all times. For a second I actually thought we had accidentally stumbled into a Half Zip Sweater Convention instead of a children's birthday party.

All things considered, it wasn't half bad until the noisemakers made their presence loudly known, which was the cue to leave. Happy birthday Liam. You're a good kid, but I've still got my eye on you.

"Seriously, you are not bringing me into the party in this thing."

"Do they make a crayon that's the color of my pants?"

The two fathers, oblivious to Liam and Lily's plan to elope to Wicker Park.

"One day I'll own this town. Or at least a nice swing set."