Last week we partied like we were rock stars. But how? you may ask. Well, how does four parties in four days sound to you? (To me it sounds like I now need a vacation, but somehow we survived.) How fitting that our darling Savy got to celebrate FOUR times on the very year that she turned FOUR. It will definitely be a year to be remembered.
On Thursday we had Savannah's very first "friend" party. She invited 10 kids (I know, I just might be crazy to have let her do that) and we partied like it was 1999. My sister-in-law asked me what the "theme" of the party was. I told her that the "theme" of the party was this: "Survive an hour with 10 kids, hopped up out of their minds on sugar, play games that bore them in about 3 minutes, give them prizes that their parents will want to throw in the garbage that very day, eat a little ice cream, and send them on their merry way with more goodies in a bag that will make the parents want to rip their hair out (ie whoopie cushions and whistles.)" And that was the theme of Savy's very first B-Day party. Aren't I just the best mom????
Saturday was the day of her actual Birthday. We started the day with some lovely presents that included........none other than a Candy Cane Jar. YES!(Said in your best Napoleon Dynamite imitation.) And she was excited.....even though she totally knew she was getting it. And when I asked her how many candy canes it looked like she had in her in her jar she said, "Like a million!" Close Savy..... 30 is VERY close to a million. Didn't I do pretty good? (for a CC Jar that is.)Then later, because I'm pretty much the best Mom in the whole wide world, we took the chillin's to the ol' Chuck E Cheese. You may or may not know the deep "love" that my husband has for this place......(and by love, I mean really, really intense hatred.) Quite frankly, I'm shocked he didn't use his VETO power to nix the whole idea. Surprisingly enough, he had the nerve to say that he would rather have surgery on his foot 15 times before he stepped foot back into that place.! (Like that surgery was hard on just him. Do we not remember the summer?) But alas, Savy had a blast....which is what it was all about. Maybe Lewis would have had more fun if they let him ride the Ferris wheel......Sorry Lew....it's for kids 8 and under. Too bad.
And finally, to my Savannah: I love you dear daughter. I love you more and more each day. I love you more than you know. Thank you for making me laugh, for being so sweet, for being my helper, and for keeping me on my toes. Each day is an adventure with you and I love every minute of it! I hope you had a spectacular FOURTH birthday.
Love,
Mom
4 comments:
Wow, you ARE a great mom!!! I would never have allowed such fun to take place in my house for my kids! Very inappropriate! She is such a cute little girl and I am so happy you pulled through on the candy cane jar. Hilarious!
Florrie, what a dear, dear mother you are! And what a dear, dear friend you are to give such thoughtful gifts in the gift bags. Ellie has never been so excited to receive such "treasures"! And if I hear one more whoopie cushion (even Dave participates thank you very much) I just might scream!!! Just remember what I said last time. Paybacks a _____! But, it looks like she had a great day. This year is my "golden" b-day, will you celebrate for 30 days in a row with me?
Lew, I am totally with you on the Up-Chucky-Chesse place! I say on future B-days, we send Florrie with all the kids, and us grown ups will go out for Mexican!
Oh Flo, such shenanigans. Honestly, I don't know where you found the time...energy...or patience to survive that! Hopefully Savy will NEVER forget what a great mom you are! And by the way, the "recommendation" for kid's b-day parties is to invite the number of friends over that the child is turning...so she was roughly 6 over on the invite (and you were roughly 10 over on the craziness factor). I hope she had a great birthday! Ali is working on a special "letter" to send her in the mail!
That's the best candycane jar I've ever seen in my life... and in October too!
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