There are two reasons to freak out this year.
My birthday party planning skillz are about as quaint as that z.
Normally my style is to eat food (but not even good food, because I freak out about making food for that many people and end up buying cheap ice cream and Pizza Hut) and invite everyone at the last minute. In that order. I’ll call someone and say, “Hey, uh, I’m having a birthday party for [insert the name ‘Amaya’ or ‘Jake’, and soon ‘Mozely’ here] and you should come.” Then the person on the other end says, “When"?” and I say, “Now? It’s totally cool if you’re late.”
This is because birthday invitations are cute, and I’m not. I have zero crafty genes in me, despite my mother’s DIY intuition, a husband who is a professional artist, very competent friends, and an entire culture of Mormonism that screams, “SCRAPBOOK, SCRAPBOOK, SCRAPBOOK!” into my ear.
a hair dresser (complete with glitter spray, accessories, and magic mirror),
and… Did I mention that this friend is a pastry chef?
I felt like a terrible mother.
So I’m going to throw a teensy eeny weeny birthday party. One that I can handle.
Here are my theme ideas:
Popsicle bar: featuring 15 different popsicle recipes (multiples of each)
Cereal bar: featuring a variety cereals and add-ins/toppings as desired
Which one do you like better?
Do you have any birthday party tips for a really poor party planner?
(P.S. I don’t do games. Or gift bags, although I’m not opposed to a gift to give away. It’s just the cutesy bag thing I can’t do. I have to recognize my limitations here.)
Thanks in advance to my brain trust.
I’m sure you’ve seen this website, One Charming Party. If I was that kind of mom, I’d use this site for inspiration in a second. As it is I just like to look.
I fell in love with Just Jenn’s Hello Kitty Cupcakes a while ago. She even shows you how to make them.
My favorite rainbow cake, ever.
My awesome in-laws made a transformer’s cake last year.
And last one. Just for fun.