It's Her Birthday and I'll Have a Panic Attack If I Want To.

So today Maya had her 4th birthday party! It was crazy hectic, as usual, getting there on time to decorate and get it all together before guests arrived, putting up balloons and streamers and tablecloths and napkins and plates and cups and then later managing the ordering of pizzas and the feeding of the guests and the playing of kids' games and the eating of cake and the opening of soooo many gifts, but we pulled it off. Sigh. Pizza and gifts. First world problems.

Oh, and of course, there was the internally freaking out when anyone who hadn't Purelled in my direct line of vision was holding the baby and touching her hands. Grandma H I'm glaring looking at you.

Not to mention, one of my friends showed up and her first words to me about her daughter were, "Sorry, little S has a little cold." GREAT. Panic level orangish-red. Who am I kidding. Scarlet, blood red all the way.

Luckily my BFF and frequent bum-bum blog commenter chesea was there, and talking to her distracted me and calmed me down. :)

Here are some snapshots of the day. I simply have to include a bunch unrelated to my OCD, because they're so damn cute, but then I've included all the ones with Purell in the shots, kind of as your OCD-Where's-Waldo, to make it apropos to this blog.

My ridiculous attempt at a frog cake, which Maya insisted she wanted:

Frog cupcakes. I couldn't control the squirty frosting thing very well. The unevenness and asymmetry of this arrangement also triggers some form of OCD in me as well, let it be known.

My beauty doing the Pee-Pee Dance:

My beauty doing the Bum-Bum Dance:

My beauty standing still for a milisecond.

BAM! PURELL! Hint hint much??

Pin the tail on the donkey. Birthday girl goes first:

And she nails it (actually I think she hung it on Eeyore's ballsack. Bygones).

OK, now can you Spot the Purells?

And finally, shouldn't blowing out candles be outlawed about now? I mean come on. What an outdated, totally gross tradition. We're in Twenty-oh-eleven now. People should really come with their own thingymabob that douses candles, and there should be no huffing and effluvia involved.

Luckily my kid was healthy as a healthy horse, but I ca-RINGE at this part of every other birthday party. I MEAN GROSS.

Anyway. There you have it. Cute kids, frogs, FWPs, and Purell. It was a fun day, but when I got home I had to take five Xanax, 10,000 units of Vitamin D, and then disinfect all the toys she got with Clorox wipes.

Tagged Thursday!

I was tagged by my new chum and friend of OCD, mommybags, who challenged me to take part in this...er, challenge. So here I go!


1. My most beautiful post: Well, I don't tend to make posts of actual beautiful things--to the contrary, I talk about things like lice and bum-bum germs. But I suppose you could find the beauty in the emotional difficulty it took for me to discuss what it was like growing up in an extremely messy, dirty home. That was pretty painful to share with the class.

NOT AN ACTUAL PHOTOGRAPH OF THE HOUSE I GREW UP IN. (just, close enough.) :P

2. My most popular post: Stat-wise, it seems like people are all over the one about the barfcapades.

3. My most controversial post: Easy, the ones where I discussed the Hygiene Hypothesis and expressed that I think it's p. much, well...

4. My most helpful post: My Fun Friendly Phobic Fact Fridays! All of them! If there is one of them I hope you take to heart the most, I suppose it would be the one about how you should wash your hands after touching your wet "clean" laundry. Or, while it wasn't a specific Phobic Fact Friday topic, the advice about how you should always wash your produce with soap, especially apples and melons and such. E. coli and listeria are no fun for anyone. No fun I tell you.

5. A post whose success surprised me: Probably my rebuttal to "offbeatmama's" post about how she'd prefer her kid to eat dog shit than use babywipes on their bum-bums. It inspired a lot of comments, some in support and some not, and although the comments got a bit off-track, discussion is what I aim for!

6. A post I feel didn’t got the attention it deserved: Huh. I dunno. I wish more people had appreciated the beauty that was "WWRMcD." lol.

7. The post that I am most proud of: Perhaps the one about Why I Share My Dirty Little Secrets. I think I am most proud of this one because my husband told me it was his favorite post of mine so far, and his approval means the world to me. It wasn't my funniest post, or my cleverest post, or my most well-written post, but if he liked it best, then so do I.

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Now I have to tag some of you guyses!

My girl Chelle--I think we have a lot in common, even if it's not OCD. :)

Jaime over at mommamaynard, because I heart her and she needs to update more. ;)

Mommy 2 Cents, a new fave for sure. Wait! She was already tagged. Sooo...

The Woman Formerly Known As Beautiful. If she doesn't make you laugh, no one will and you are dead inside.

Darlena at ParenTwin, because she and I can do more than debate the Hygiene Hypothesis. :)

Thea, at TheLintTrap! One of my first favorites after I began this blog.

Annnd...anyone else who wants to. I know I'm forgetting some peeps. Go for it!