I love a loose party theme. I know that my kids might get licensed-character-attached at some point, but for now I’m trying to avoid it. I’m also avoiding jumpy places and kid gamey-machine places. But I’ve learned better than to say “I’ll never _________” because parenthood serves that back toasted, with a pickle on the side. At some point it may be the best choice. Who knows.
For M’s 3rd birthday, we went with “Happy” as a theme. Because she’s a happy, happy kid, and will take the time to tell you so. Out of the blue, she’ll say “Dada, I happy” with such a contented smile. I could squeeze her infinitely. We celebrated on Saturday, though today is her for-real birthday.
As far as a happy party, I’ve learned over the course of the 7 previous kid birthday parties I’ve hosted and countless others I’ve attended that the most important part of the whole shebang is a party coordinator, often the mom, that isn’t on the verge of losing it. Which is why I may consider the venues in paragraph 1 some day.
Being a “maker” can make you crazy. (And if you were already a creative to-do list over-doer, Pinterest is a double-edged sword.) There are so many things you COULD do, but for me, whittling it down to what was reasonable was critical. Because I’m done with feeling party crazy. So… the handmaking was pretty limited. I did the things I wanted to and very, very consciously said no to the rest. It’s amazing how hard that is to do. I want to do it all! I want them to remember how cool I am and how much I loved them and how awesome their childhood was! But the first thing *I* think of when I think about K’s 3rd birthday is that I almost lost my mind. Granted, I was nursing a four-month-old baby intermittently while trying to assemble the party. That was probably the hardest part.
So, in no particular order, some components of this little party. First, the invite.
|Please note his Mr. Happy shirt. He’s so on my A+ party-goer list.
His mom is also on the list for taking these photos.