We celebrated Reilly the Red's 7th birthday party yesterday.
Her menu request consisted of the following:
- Kentucky Fried Chicken (and it had to be 'in buckets')
- Carrots and ranch dip
- A Mashed Potato Martini Bar
- Ice cream cones (no cake)
The Mashed Potato Martini Bar was a HUGE hit. Especially with the parents! They thought it was really cool and inventive. It wasn't an original idea. We stole it. Like we do most great ideas!
The Captain was offered a very sweet 'sorry-it's-not-your-birthday-but-we-still-love-you-so-here's-a-consolation-prize':
There were lots of giggling girls having tons of fun. I wish I could share the pictures of the swimming and the ice cream coning on the playground, but I forgot to get permission from the parents to post those pics on the internet. Yeah, I'm dumb. So you're stuck with pics of my kids.
Reilly got lots of great presents, and a much desired American Girl doll from her mom and dad.
And The Captain had fun as well. He swam, and he played, and he enjoyed being the only 'dude', and of course, loved eating tons of candy from the pinatas.
I was really proud that Reilly read every single card that was given to her, that she didn't just get into the presents and rip the paper to shreds. She is starting to exhibit that maturity that comes with being SEVEN!
And MY favorite part of the day? After everyone had left, and we cleaned up the big mess, and we all had our jammies on, and we were trying on our new American Girl outfits, and Reilly the Red came to me and said, "Mommy? Thank you so much for all the hard work you did to put my party together. It was the best birthday EVER."
And then I forgot how tired I was! Just like THAT!
"Mom? When is it going to be MY birthday?"