What Was I Thinking?????

Why didn't someone stop me? Why? Why? Why? Eight 6 year olds is a lot to have at one party. It all comes back to me being cheap. I don't want to shell out $200 to go to one of those party places where all you do is show up and have fun and everything else is magically taken care of by the birthday fairies. Every year, I say to myself, "I can do my own party for fifty bucks tops" and then halfway through we look at each other and say "why did we do this???!!?"


We had armpit noises, we belched the alphabet, all in all, there was a plethora of energy, if you will. In other words, COMPLETE AND UTTER CHAOS!!! Jackson totally checked out on us and I do not blame him. When we were inside he said, "Mom, if you need anything, I'll be outside." and when we were outside, "Mom, If you need anything, I'll be inside." Poor Lily just walked around looking shell-shocked. I did have one major 'I'm turning into my mother' moments. Noah gets tagged out while we're playing kickball and hides behind the bushes pouting and crying, (Em, you know where this is going...). Apparently he was under the impression that if you're the Birthday Boy, no rules apply. It was very similar incident that occurred 25 years ago involving a girl and a party and a relay race gone bad. So, I march over and in a very ugly frazzled voice say, "Noah, this is your party, you're going to get back over there now, and YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE FUN (I did leave out the da*# it! on the end, though. Love you, mom!) Yes, history is repeating itself.

It was 8 on 1 in basketball with three balls in play. I'm sure you can figure who the "lucky 1" was.

I think we can say a fun time was had by all. We had a few cryers and one nuclear meltdown at the end when it was time to go home, so they must have had fun, especially Noah, and he is SO worth it! Happy Birthday, Noah, we love you. Whew! We were exhausted. I slept really good last night.