No Rain, No Gain

You know it’s been a good birthday party when a kid is simply too tired to open their presents.  That’s where we were/are after Stella’s 3rd birthday party yesterday.  Logistically, it was crazy.  It went from being held at a farm on Saturday to being rescheduled to the farm on Sunday due to rain to being moved to Oui Oui’s house Sunday after torrential rain nearly washed the farm away.  It’s funny:  as OCD and plan-driven as I am, it never occurred to me before last Thursday that weather might happen.  Go figure.  In any case, thanks in huge part to social networking and the magic of texting, the guests managed to stay informed and everyone found their way to where and when they were supposed to be.  Good stuff.

The party was a Hello Kitty/barnyard animal mashup.  I will now insert a large number of pictures.

Just....can't.....stand.....it

Just….can’t…..stand…..it

 

Ah, the pig.  The pig later bit Stella and knocked our friend Sam over.  The pig spent the rest of the party in time out.

Ah, the pig. The pig later bit Stella and knocked our friend Sam over. The pig spent the rest of the party in time out.

 

A real velveteen rabbit.  Who knew?

A real velveteen rabbit. Who knew?

 

No caption necessary.

No caption necessary.

There were tons of critters and food to feed them.  We need to work on that with Stella, as she had the rabbits neck-deep in parsley and kept braining the chickens with celery and apples.  Will caught a nice big snake which was almost if not more popular than the animals kids were supposed to be looking at.  Unfortunately I was trying to keep Stella from choking a chicken and didn’t get a picture.  Next year, I might just send him out into the field to catch the entertainment for the party.

You thought I was kidding about choking the chicken...

You thought I was kidding about choking the chicken…

By the end, everyone was worn out, dirty, and hungry.  Stella’s behavior started to turn south, so we opted to take the gifts home after the first attempt of opening one didn’t turn out so well.  I can’t blame Stella.  By then I was ready to melt down.  Despite the fact that all the kids had a blast, it was still a very busy, very stimulating day.

Will wanted a pinata.  I thought he was  high to give kids a small bat.  I was overruled.  I'm glad.

Will wanted a pinata. I thought he was high to give kids a small bat. I was overruled. I’m glad.

Good lesson:  It doesn't matter how ugly your homemade cupcakes are if they're jammed on a Hello Kitty cupcake tier.

Good lesson: It doesn’t matter how ugly your homemade cupcakes are if they’re piled on a Hello Kitty cupcake tower.

 

One present that was enjoyed immediately: a scooter.  Thank goodness we got her a helmet she hasn't opened yet.

One present that was enjoyed immediately: a scooter. Thank goodness we got her a helmet she hasn’t opened yet.

 

We tried to open a few gifts before bed but her energy was, er, low.

We tried to open a few gifts before bed but her energy was, er, low.

Felix was off.  His front bottom 2 teeth have finally punched through, and either because of  that or the ruckus around him, he refused to nurse all day.  By the time we left I thought a boob was going to pop.  It was awful.  They still don’t feel right.  At least both kids slept well.

Poor little guy was just not in a partying mood.

Poor little guy was just not in a partying mood.

This week will be busy, as work is gearing up (it’s too damn hot in summer to do a lot of field work so things explode in October), I’ll be making yet another batch of cupcakes to take to Stella’s school for Wednesday (maybe that will make up for her 3 year check up that morning where she’ll be getting shots), and we’re getting ready for the beach.  And we still have to find time to open the rest of her presents.

P.S.  I have to give an enormous thank you to Oui Oui and Ms. Becky (the fabulous farm lady) for helping pull this off.  I don’t know that we’ll ever be able to top this party!

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About larva225

Working mom. Is there any other kind? Geologist. Nerd.
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