Okay, I admit it. I am birthdayed out. Yes, I love birthdays, perhaps more than most, but I seriously can’t take it anymore. How on Earth did everyone I know manage to be born in March? It’s like an evil conspiracy of perpetual cake and screaming.
Ruby’s birthday was two weeks ago, so we started by spending her actual birthday at Pizza Putt, playing mini golf, eating pizza and cake, and having a great time. That was the opening salvo. Because her birthday was on a Tuesday, we had to have the actual birthday party on Saturday. That meant we spent Friday cleaning and making cake and generally exhausting ourselves (not to mention going to her 4-year-old check-up). Then we opened our living room to over 30 friends and family members, which was by far the largest number of people we have ever had at our house. All in all I would say that the party was a huge success, but it was draining.
Unfortunately, my niece, as well as one of my mother’s foster children, had their birthday parties on Sunday, so we packed up and drove over to Plattsburgh on Sunday morning. We were there most of the day, eating more cake and ice cream, and thinking to ourselves, “Didn’t we just do this yesterday?” as we were overrun with mobs of children on major sugar highs, having eaten nothing but frosting for the past two days.
Sadly this past weekend was very similar to the one before. Now it was Edward’s turn for a birthday, as he turns one tomorrow, but his cousin Avery also turned one this weekend, so we had a joint birthday party for them on Saturday for my wife’s side of the family and friends. Again we spent Friday making cake and cleaning the house (how did it get so messy in just a few days?), and again we spent Saturday hosting a large number of our family and friends in our living room.
I can’t say that it was a bad party, or that it didn’t go fabulously, but when it was finished, and we just wanted to fall back and be absorbed into the couch, we had to clean up and get ready for Edward’s other birthday party which we were hosting on Sunday. This time it was just my family coming over, but we still needed another cake, and more food, and we felt like we ought to pick up at least a little bit. By the end of the day yesterday I was passed out upstairs, and by “end of the day” I mean 6:00 pm.
The important thing is that the kids had a great time, which they did, and that they ate nothing but sugar and junk food for two weeks straight, which they did, and Edward got to taste his first chocolate cake, which he loved. And did I mention that his real birthday is tomorrow and we are having people over for a birthday breakfast?
look at that face… so worth it!