• Family Matters,  Niece-com-poops,  party party,  the sticks

    Crazy 8th Birthday Carnival Party

    It’s the day of the big party and you have two hours to do all of the following:

    1. decorate the yard with streamers and balloons
    2. pop the popcorn
    3. ice the ice cream cone cupcakes
    4. load up the bubble machine
    5. mow the lawn
    6. wipe the weather crud off the white plastic lawn chairs
    7. clean the house
    8. put toilet paper and guest towels in the bathroom
    9. set up the games
    10. wrap the presents
    11. clean the cat boxes
    12. find the carpet so you can vacuum
    13 find the party girl and her sister and get them in the bath tub
    14. find their party clothes and dress them
    15. get yourself dressed and presentable
    16. read the directions for the cotton candy machine
    17. buy the missing ingredients to make cotton candy
    18. pen the dogs up so they don’t slobber all over the guests
    19. fix the drip system
    20. weed the rose garden
    21. put up the hammock
    22. buy gold fish
    23. feed a crying baby
    24. fire up the grill and start the makings for a bbq dinner
    25. remove cars parked on lawn
    26. sweep up dog hair and trash off driveway
    27. make a party cd and hook up mal-functioning boom box
    28. make party punch
    29. fill water balloons
    30. I could go on and on….

    You must be crazy right? Or related to me and my crazy family getting ready for Rapunzel’s carnival themed birthday party. So what were we doing two hours before the big event?

    We were out to breakfast at a sit down diner with a slow waitress.

    That’s what we do in this family. You can’t put on a crazy over-done children’s birthday party without a proper breakfast. Usually I’m having a nervous breakdown two hours before these crazy shindigs my family always seems to be putting on. I’m the one freaking out over what the guests are going to think when they discover that my family is not neat, clean or organized and my mom’s house could easily be a very entertaining episode of Clean Sweep. I’m usually the one stashing dirty laundry in the dishwasher and hiding dishes in the shower because I’m so desperate to put on some kind of appearance of orderliness no matter how false it may be. My family drives me crazy. CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY.

    But you know what? I’ve been through this many times now and this year I have a baby that demands all of my attention. I just had to let go and let it be. Because even though it seems like the most impossible feat ever, I have to remember that every single time they do pull it off and we always have a really good time. I just have to sit back and enjoy the chaos. Breath in. Breath out.

    It was a fantastic party. I don’t know how we could possibly top it, save for a trip to Paris or something. It was just non-stop fun.

    We didn’t have time to decorate the yard properly so we let the kids “teepee” the yard with streamers. I think that was probably one Rapunzel’s most favorite parts of her party. I made a party cd and we blasted it from a boom box on the window sill into the yard while she and a few neighbor kids hurled rolls of colored streamers over branches and zig zagged between the trees. It was a royal mess but completely hilariously fun.

    CC did it all. She came up with the theme. She made the invitations. She made all the plans and spent all the money. She bought the prizes, she made the ice cream cone cup cakes, she bought the bubble blowing machine, the hula hoops, the charades game and about five zillion presents for Rapunzel. You’d think she was related to me by blood. She really knows how to put on a good party.

    Rapunzel loved it.

    And so did Baby Bug.

  • Bug,  Niece-com-poops,  the sticks,  Tis the Season

    No Diving

    Baby Bug has a swimming suit. It’s the cutest little teeny tiny polka dotted pink tankini that you’ve ever seen. So today since it was 90-something degrees in the shade, we decided to test out her cute little swimming suit in a cute little baby swimming pool. My mom bought her a special swimming pool just for babies. It’s about three feet in diameter and about three inches deep with soft padding on the bottom. I found it very humorous that there was a label printed on the side that said “No Diving”.

    Baby Bug can’t swim yet and of course I would never leave her unattended in pool no matter how cute and little the baby swimming pool was. We just wanted to see what she would do if we stuck one little baby toe in the water. Unfortunately, we made the mistake of putting one inch of cold hose water in it and not nice warm bath water. Not that it would have made that much of a difference.

    I held her on my lap and stuck one little baby toe in the tablespoon-sized puddle of cold hose water in the bottom of the teeny tiny baby swimming pool. She screamed bloody murder*. You’d think I was trying to drown her. She does not like water warm or cold water. Cute bathing suits do not change her mind at all.

    But we did get some cute pictures of her sun bathing with her cousin Superchic.

    * I need to think of a new way to describe her screaming…but right now that’s all that comes to mind.