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,