Let me begin by saying I love birthdays. I love my birthday. I love celebrating other people’s birthdays. I love finding someone the perfect birthday gift (and let’s be honest, receiving one too). What I don’t like are birthday parties.
I’m terrible at throwing birthday parties…and I partially blame Pinterest. I just cannot put together the themed masterpieces that I see there (and on Facebook). I’m not particularly creative or crafty, nor do I have large birthday party budgets to pay someone to do it, so I always shutter at the thought of trying to put something together. That being said, I also don’t like just going to the party store and buying up all the Toy Story supplies they have to offer. I think all that really matters is having friends and family together to celebrate…and of course there must be some type of cake. I think birthdays should just be special days when the celebrant gets to do and eat whatever he or she wants. It doesn’t matter if there are perfectly crafted Buzz Lightyear cupcakes or super creative goody bags, right?
Also, we get tons of invitations to kids parties at daycare. How many are you supposed to go to? Do you say yes to all of them or just pick and choose those of close friends or better locations? There are many places that Max just doesn’t do well at (trampoline or inflatable jumper places) so I usually say no to those, but sometimes I say no just because I don’t know the parents and am terrible at small talk. That’s certainly not the right parenting choice, is it? Am I denying my child (or me) the opportunity to make friends because I’m shy?
And lastly, Ben turned three this weekend, but I didn’t have time to bake anything to send into daycare for snack. I feel badly about that. Hopefully I can make up for it with some kick butt “Lion King dad and Simba but also Toy Story chocolate cupcakes” that were specifically requested for this weekend’s festivities.