Bronwyn's art party

Seven

Bronwyn's art partyMy baby turned seven on Saturday.

Seven is a lot like six, jut a bit taller, louder and more insistent that she gets her way.

We don’t normally celebrate birthdays with a party every year, so although Bronwyn had a big party last year, I managed to convince myself (and then Dean) that a small craft party held at home didn’t really count as a “party” because we could do the whole thing for less than a hundred dollars. Dean must be getting soft in his old age, because he barely put up an argument.

streamer and Balloon wall birthday party

One of the mothers suggested I keep the streamers up since I’m set decor-wise for Pride week!

The backdrop for the entire party was a streamer/balloon wall that I saw on Pinterest. I tried to get a head start setting up the focal wall on Thursday night, but I forgot to factor in two playful kittens. The streamers didn’t last ten minutes before the cats were tearing them to shreds, and Pete was chewing on the ends. It was going to be an early morning Saturday…

Cupcapke bar

Grandpa made me the extra large paint palette for the cupcake bar. It was my favorite part of the party – the kids too, I think.

I had planned for a three-hour party, thinking it would take the kids a long time to paint their birdhouses. Big miscalculation on my part! Within an hour and a half, birdhouses were done, pizza was devoured, sprinkles scattered all over my kitchen floor and the kids were chasing the cats around the house. And we were only halfway through the party.

April 11, 2015, Birthday Party-6

Bronwyn and Grace enjoying the cupcakes

Even Pete wanted in on the painting party action. Until the kids started showing up, that is...

Even Pete wanted in on the painting party action. Until the kids started showing up, that is…

Once the stressed-out throwing up started (cats, not kids) we shipped everyone out to the yard to burn off some sugar. Except for one small incident with a small gardening trowel and a little girl’s cheek, I was surprised at how well everyone got along: taking turns, sharing and having a good time on a Saturday afternoon. But I was definitely ready for the last kid to go home so Lee and I could have a much needed glass of wine. Or three.

Lee and I are smiling here because what you don't see is that finally, the kids are gone and the wine is poured.

Lee and I are smiling here because what you don’t see is that finally, finally, the kids are gone and the wine is poured.

Birthday parties are a lot like childbirth. Excruciating at the time, but the pain seems to dull as time goes on. You almost forget about it by the time the next birthday rolls around. I think I’ll pull this post out next year around this time, when I start thinking that spring is a great time for a birthday party…

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