Since we moved to Utah, my children tend to have multiple birthday celebrations. One on the official day of birth, one before or after with friends from school, and possibly another one or two at a grandparent’s house. Oh, the spoilage.
Last year William had three parties. This year, only two.
The first was during our vacation to Cedar City for the Shakespeare Festival (more on that later). I made him this shirt to wear, just to keep the general public informed.
His grandparents took him bowling, and at dinnertime he even was serenaded at the Pizza Factory, and as a reward for enduring that travail, he was given an ice cream sundae. (Ah, the Pizza Factory. You gotta admire the restaurant that admits up-front that its food is not prepared by humans.)
The second party was for friends and relations, and held the day after we got back from vacation. (Yes, right after. It was painfully exhausting. But it was the best time for all involved. No regrets.)
It was . . . a COWBOY party! Woop with the theme pulled from my Big Book of Party Themes!*
We made vests out of paper bags! (Brian was the one who figured out how to turn the bags inside out without tearing them. Because what kind of self-respecting cowboy runs around with “Freshness Guarantee” and a giant picture of a peach on his back?
We played “sidewinder jump!”
We lassoed a rocking horse! And later ran around with squirt guns!
My main contribution was this horse cake. William insisted on the Life Saver bridle bits. Yes, the cake design is also from The Big Book of Theme-y Themes:
Why do I always take pictures of the candles being blown out? It’s like William is frozen in time, forever spewing spittle all over a horse-shaped sugar confection.
The only real challenge now is trying to make William understand that he is just four, not five.
“But I had two birthdays, Mom,” he explained. “One for turning four, and another means I’m five!”
I explained that this was not the case, but who can blame him for being confused? We always stick on one extra birthday candle on the cake, “to grow on.”
“You’re just four, Wimmy.”
He nodded his head sagely, then immediately went back to being a “baby bison,” currently his favorite fantasy play. Who needs to deal with numbers games when the open range awaits?
*That’s right, The Big Book of Parties For People Who Can’t Think of Any On Their Own. People think I’m really creative, but the truth is that I’m just good at finding other people’s good ideas. And then milking ’em for all they’re worth.