I must have spent at least a half hour deciding on the style of Bennett's birth announements. The photo was darn near perfect, if I do say so myself. I finally put it all together, ordered them from
Tiny Prints - the same company that did Charlotte's announcements - and they came in last week.
I was in love with the look of them - I thought the capital letters along the bottom were very masculine - and did I mention how cute he looks in that photo? See for yourself:

So I got the envelopes addressed, stuffed them, and put return address labels and stamps on each one. I got them in the mailbox and marked that task off my to-do list.
My husband came home that evening, picked up one of the cards and told me how much he liked them. Then all of the sudden he says to me,
"Honey, when was our child born?"
"Excuse me?" I replied.
"When was our son born?"
"Why?" I asked.
"Because this says he was born on March 27th."
In case you didn't know, he was born on May 27th. I was there, drugged up as I may have been. You'd think I'd remember exactly when I pushed a 7 pound baby through my hoo-ha.Now, if this had been the situation with Charlotte's announcements I probably would've panicked, driven like a mad woman to the post office, demanded the envelopes be returned or perhaps I would have ordered up a second batch of announcements to be sent out to correct the mistake.
But my response was something like, "Damn. Really? Oh well, they've already gone out and I doubt anyone will notice." I sure didn't. And I must have looked at that thing 200 times before even mailing a one. Of course, I was probably distracted by that very cute photo.
Well, such is the fate of the second child. I'm sure if we ever have another one there won't even be an announcement.
Sorry, little dude. Your momma didn't even get your birthday right. But I promise to at least try to always remember your name.