I blame my brother really, but thankfully I still love him dearly, but I'm pretty sure if I had ever gone to therapy they would blame him too. Once my mom made me a birthday cake (it was from a box, but in her defense I didn't care at that point in my life). My brother volunteered to frost it. He frosted it alright, right after he drilled holes in it and then filled those holes with salt. Uhm. Yep. He did. Still love him. I'm certain he should have been the original Seinfeld. But, if you think my birthday celebrations are a bit out of control you can blame him;-)
I love Martha Stewart. This is her Boo-tiful cake. Topped with 7 minute frosting. I would change the chocolate cake itself to the Hershey cake recipe on the back of the Hershey powder can, just because I think it's so much better. Sorry Martha.
Anal retentive Peggy took a break and let the kids draw the clementines plus wrap the yogurt drinks and juice boxes.
There were games. Thank heavens my friend Ruth stayed to help. Want to know what age a little boy party should be held at the park or local theme park? Six. Straight chaos. A day later I would find half filled juice boxes and half eaten sandwiches under Aidan's bed. I block out what his dorm room will look like in a few short years.
But, BINGO was still a hit. BINGO is cool in your younger years and your elder years, anything in between is questionable unless large amounts of alcohol are present.
I love you little man!