Sunday, January 29, 2012

The End of the Birthday Parties

I have to admit: I'm glad we're coming to the end of the birthday party era. I've been doing this for 18 years. We've done—to name just a few— Dr. Suess, Down-on-the-Farm, and space adventure; knights, dinosaurs, and army; Pokemon, fish, and dangerous boys; ice-cream sundae, High School Musical, butterflies.

We've gone to the gymnastics center, the Lost Sea, and Ripley's Believe It or Not. We've done the beach, the waterpark, bowling, camping, hiking, and some of them twice. Or more.

I've made cakes of every shape and size, stuffed goody bags with plastic and candy, and eased hurt feelings at sleepovers. I've agonized over the guest list, wondered when a kid was going to get picked up, and spent hundreds of dollars and hours on celebrating the aging of my children.

My youngest is 11. He's had some fabulous parties, always a couple of weeks before his Christmas Day birthday. But this year I fell to a new low, and I know it's just in the nick of time that the birthday party era is coming to an end.

This year, his "party" fell a solid month after his birthday. Exactly one day in advance, I emailed three friends' moms and asked if they could spend the night. "Sure," they all said. I didn't even tell them what time. I might have said, "We're eating at 6 if they want food." They all magically showed up around the same time (6:30). They dropped their backpacks and ran around barefoot in the back yard. (Yes, I know it's January. He's my third child.) We ate hamburgers. They ran outside again. They got dirty and smelly. They played the Wii and watched a movie. They went to sleep around 1:30. They woke up and ate waffles.

I didn't even make a cake. I stuck two candles in a plastic cup filled with cookies-and-cream ice-cream.

I spent less than $10 for party food: hamburgers, french fries, ice-cream, Doritoes, and root beer. We organized not a single game. In fact, we hardly saw them. We went to bed before they did.

I have not a single picture.

If this is how birthday parties are going to be from here on out, count me in. No more pinatas! No more party games! My days of elaborately themed parties have come to an end, and I couldn't be happier.

Moms of littles, take heart! Your day is coming. In the meantime, cherish every single cupcake and take lots of pictures.


  1. I was never much of a birthday party mom; we only had a few over the years. I'm happy my kids are outgrowing the whole thing, though my daughter would probably like one or two more...

  2. This post brought me back!!!!! I probably won't be able to sleep tonight for fear of a frozen bra in the freezer and a head full of baby powder - LOL!

  3. love older kid bdays! my eldest, since he was about 11, has had a "boy only" campout at my in-laws property in indiana. now that he is 17, this has turned into "man camp". over the years more dads have gone with their boys because they have so much fun! the best part...i have nothing to do with it. i'm not really even allowed to help. my husband feeds everyone the whole weekend and plans a "theme" that turn the cheeks of girls bright red:). my 15 year old just wanted to eat dinner at a nice restaurant. my 12 year old wants a pool party (easy). however, i still have an 8 and 6 year old who want the "big" party! so, i'm not free yet!

  4. So funny! I have a 7 and 3yo....I LOVE planning birthday parties, but I'm sure as they will get tiresome. ;) We've done rainbows, cutesy sea horses/crabs/fish, tornado party {my fave}, Little Einstein's, rocket ship/outer space, water playground, and a well as low-key {just immediate family}. It's all been great!

    I can't wait to plan my little girls' party this year...I'm thinking vintage "On the Farm: Pick your own Strawberries!"...of course, idea is from Pinterest.


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