We came. We saw. We partied. Well, in a manner of speaking.
We had Stella’s 4th birthday party on Saturday. It was almost 2 weeks before her actual date of birth, but given the travel schedules of various grandparents, early it would be. This also means that her birthday celebration will last weeks. Not that this is a bad thing to a kid. This was actually our first time actually throwing the party, as Oui Oui had hosted the last 2.
We sorted out the venue. We sorted out the theme, where Stella threw us a curveball by changing her adoration for all things mermaid to Lightning McQueen. We had a major but fortunately temporary cake problem; you have to order these things way ahead of time. Who knew? We ended up with a cupcake tower topped by an 8” round. The round never got touched, so it’s been frozen to use on her actual birthday. Two for one cake!
And who has ever had the pleasure of picking up balloons from a party store? Yeah. It’s like a damn clown car. The kids loved it. But they almost had to ride on top of the car on the way home since balloons blow away and kids usually don’t.
All in all, it was awesome. It was simultaneously stressful but easy. Most importantly, Stella had a ball. Our turnout was pretty good, although I still have to ponder the age old question: WHY DON’T PEOPLE RSVP, damn it?? Sorry. I’m done. But most of that aggravation disappeared when I saw my daughter’s face when everyone sang to her. After some of the issues we’ve dealt with – the language delay, all the different therapies, the Stepford Academy, awkwardness with other kids – it made my heart sing to see her surrounded by friends enjoying her day.
So we still have her actual birthday. There will be cupcakes for her class. To top it all off: a celebration at the beach at the end of the month. Epic stuff for a 4 year old. I’m happy to be along for the ride.