Details, they often fall to the wayside as I try to manage huge undertakings. Sometimes it doesn’t matter, other times like, say making a sweatshirt in seventh grade, they matter. A failure to address the details equates to an 28″ neckline on a crew neck sweatshirt (Thank you Jennifer Beals, for making that ok.) Other times the details are things like an over-the-top 1st birthday cake, still nothing that wounds me, but oh the judgement, “You mean you didn’t throw a big party?” and “She didn’t have a cake?” and my favorite, “Oh, there wasn’t a theme…wow.” Give me a break, I thought the breastfeeding for 20 months, the organic diet, the delicately laundered clothes and bedding and the exposure to books, music and…