Last week, my catch phrase was "crazy town". As in, I was living in CRAZY TOWN. As the school year winds down, there are always a million end-of-the-year parties/performances/gifts that I suddenly realize I must participate in. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't skip out on a single one, but man, is it all tiring. The last day of school we all woke up late and I proceeded to act like a drill sergeant until my kids had finished all of their teacher thank-you notes and were running for the last bus ride to school.
And just to make Crazy Town even crazier, I decided to throw all three of my kids birthday parties the same week. My intentions were good. My kids all have their birthdays within a 5 week period, June 15th to July 22nd. Freckle Diva has always had her party near her birthday mid-to-late-July and at least half of her friends can't attend due to vacation schedules. Freckle Boy's birthday is early July so we've always had his party near the end of school before his friends hit the road. Then Freckle Girl was turning the big 3 the last day of school, so suddenly we were looking at having all of the parties that week.
I decided to rip off the band-aid, take the plunge, what have you, and just go for it. Then an unexpected and major work deadline came down and suddenly I was getting about 3 hours of sleep every night of that week. Sweet! Just what I needed.
First up was Freckle Girl. Being that she was only turning 3, I expected to host our playgroup, serve up some cupcakes and call it a day. But, um, no. Freckle Girl had plans. PLANS. She decided she deserved a gymnastics party. I guess she's been bitter that her sister takes gymnastics and wants in on the action. At first I thought, no way!, but then it dawned on me that hosting 20 of her closest friends at gymnastics meant that I didn't have to have 20 two and three-year-old's running wild in my house. Sign me up! Bam. Check written.
Freckle Girl and her friends had a blast jumping and bouncing and rolling for an hour followed by cake and snacks. Granted one girl puked, but hey, what's a party if it doesn't end in puking? The bottom line is that Freckle Girl was BEYOND excited.
Next up: Freckle Diva. She's turning the 7 in July and really wanted to have a bowling party. Once I'd made the decision to have Freckle Girl's party at gymnastics, I was all, bowling? Awesome. Who do I make the check out to? I have to say, the bowling party rocked. I mean, seriously. Check out that awesome carpeted wall behind her in the pic below! The staff there did EVERYTHING and the girls bowled, sang along to the pop tunes, and hit the arcade. Couldn't have gone smoother.
And last, but not least, it was Freckle Boy's turn. He'll be turning 10 in early July. Seriously? TEN? How am I the mother of a 10 year old? Last I checked, he looked like this:
Freckle Boy is pretty low-key so he chose to invite his closest friends to come swim, have pizza and watch Men in Black. Apparently a move from 1997 is retro. Again, I feel old. Boys may have a ton of energy and make a deafening amount of noise, but I find them easy. Let them be boys and they're happy. I gave each boy a water shooter to take to the pool and they were entertained for, oh, about two hours. For real. Freckle Boy was in heaven. Look at that smile. That is pure joy right there.
So it was the week of Crazy Town. But I wouldn't change a thing. Each kid had their unique moment to be celebrated in their own way. Summer, bring it on! Stay tuned.