My son is 2 days younger than me… and let’s just say a handful of years. What that means is big ole birthday parties for me. I like to pass mine away quietly. Today I turned 35. 35 was always the age my mom was… and well she was my mom… which means in kid years that’s old. So I’m officially old accordingly. But this isn’t a post about how I’m starting to find grey hairs, and actually care about moisturizing my face at night. Nope, this is a post about the little guy who’s probably caused a few of those hairs. My youngest.
He’s an avid snowman fan, and to that extent loves Frozen. So he is one of the few boys I would imagine that wanted a Frozen party this year. And as mom’s tend to do, I delivered.
Let me set down a few of my ground rules.
1) We went big for the brother as was the custom in Brazil, so I felt it only fair that I do the same for the 2nd birthday for my 2nd son
2) Unlike prior birthday, I wanted to find a balance between crazy fussy, and well “hey I didn’t screw you out of a great party.”
3) I wasn’t going to slave away in the kitchen.
So that being said, I think I did pretty good. I did hand make a number of pom poms. But that gave my hands something to do as I listened to conference, and I always need something to keep my hands busy, so it was win-win. And the kid’s loved having a snowball fight.
The stringing of the cotton balls, and then gluing (the gluing part was the part I had the least patience for) onto the fishing line was a bit more annoying, but my nanny helped out. And the kid’s ABSOLUTELY loved them, and kept yelling yay, it’s snowing!! It was more meaningful than a banner that said Happy Birthday.
The food was all of his favorites– Popcorn, Tangerines (stacked into snowman), mini Oreos and marshmallows, carrots and pretzels as snowman parts. Frozen grapes, rice pilaf and meatballs (his brother totally loved eating the “trolls”), and PB&J to go with the “we complete each other’s sandwiches” line… it all worked in the theme… and it was low prep!
Totally fess up the table card’s being unnecessary, but when I stumbled upon a cute blog with meatballs (um hello frozen Costco meatballs in a crock pot, thank you very much) with table cards, I figured why not add a little fuss if all I have to do is print out a few cards…I’m not afraid to admitting to a bit of overzealous, mommy Pinterestness.
In the end, the lesson I learned last time is they are kids. They create their own fun. And boy did they have fun! It was loud, and it was raucous, and when he woke up from his afternoon nap he asked where “are all the peoples? I want to play.”
As for me, well today is my birthday. .. and hearing the giggles on Saturday was more than enough party for me. Funny how priorities change after kids.