It's time for me to start planning Jack's second birthday party. (No, it's not really time. His birthday is in March. But when you read lots of mom blogs and are on Pinterest with amazingly creative ideas hitting you in the face, like, nonstop, it becomes time to ponder these things.)
Last week, I had this crazy idea of an eighties themed party. I could just picture Jack and all his little buddies with their polo shirts on, perhaps even doubled, with collars popped, while the adults relaxed and listened to Duran Duran and the Go-Gos.
I was toying with the idea of Rubik's Cubes as favors. I had yet to fully harness the creative power of the idea.
My rationale was this: This is officially the last birthday party where he won't really notice of care what the theme is. Therefore, I can choose a theme that *I* find entertaining, and hope he's not too embarrassed by it when he's a teenager. But really, not even that last one. He'll be embarrassed of us as a teenager, no matter what we do.
I breezily threw out the idea of an eighties party to Durel. He promptly nixed it. He just sort of looked at me like I'd been possessed by a mildly confusing Pinterest addict and said, "Heather, he likes dinosaurs."
So, before I throw myself into planning the Second Birthday Party for Little Dude, I'm indulging myself in a wee walk down memory lane. Because I can't believe how quickly time flies. Or how many diapers this means we've changed.
|All I need is this bouncy chair and these sunglasses.|
|Being one ROCKS!|
|Still life with thumb.|
|Have you ever seen a blowfish, Mom?|