Hello Neighbor!
My husband has a February birthday and has always been a little bitter about it—a lot of bowling and movie-attending through the years; and well, it is February. Today is my daughter’s birthday; she missed optimistic March by just one day (wasn’t a leap year)! But so far we’ve done right by her in the birthday party category: lots of celebrating, to include kidnapping her friends in a rented limo, Winter Olympics ice-skating, Painted Pottery Palooza, and my all-time favorite, the Sound of Music Party, replete with Pin-Maria-on-the-Mountain, musical note cupcakes, and brown-paper-packages-tied-up-with-string gift bags. Yes indeed.
She’s 14 now, and for her own reasons, she doesn’t want a party. What? No studiously compiling an attendee list? No bandying about a theme? No roaming the Party Store floor in search of coordinating tablecloths and plasticware? What’s fun (for mom) about that?
Stubborn teen won’t be swayed: just family, her meal of choice (baked ziti), and a Carvel cake. Oh, and loads of presents. Lest we forget the loads of presents.
I’m at her mercy. It’s her no-party party, after all.
But don’t tell me not to strongly suggest making these, after painting these, then watching this and then maybe this if there’s time.
HBD sweet girl,
Katlie L.