Anyone who has August babies, (I have 2) knows that planning a birthday party in the summer months is a royal pain in the butt. Trying to get hold of kids in the summer, when you don't even know all the their last names, let alone where they live COMBINED with the fact that IF you locate them, at least half will be on vacation...ug...Too much hassle.
BUT, my dear son was expecting and planning a party. Sure, we had a family party...but, we are just not all that cool.
So, I convince Ethan that we wait until after school starts, people are back from vacation and it is MUCH easier to get the invitations out. He was not really excited with this plan. WHY???? Because I convinced him of the very same thing last year and guess what....It never happened! By February, this sweet little boy looks at me and says " I guess I'm not having a birthday party" (it took him 6 months to accept this fact)
Yes, that would be my millionth "Motherhood of the year" award.
SOOOOO I swore that would not happen again this year. And all through september, and into october it was a game of.... "ok, what about this weekend; nope, Erinn has a volley ball tournament....what about the next weekend; nope Daddy is out of town. How about the weekend after that; Nope, Nicholo (another buddy) is having his party that day...."'
Finally I just said, ENOUGH, the party will be on the 24, we are going to see Astroboy at the movie theatres, hopefully someone can come!
So out go the invitations and it finally happens. It was NUTS lol. Erinn did have a volleyball tournament that day so james stayed to watch her and I dealt with 8 little boys and 3 little girls at the theatres. Having had my two sons 11 years apart, I had quickly forgotten that putting 8 little boys in a confined space results in a one hour wrestltling match accented with fart noises, belches and armpit squeaks, and since they were eating hotdogs for dinner, many giggling references to weiners. Wow.....it's amazing the human race continues....boys are gross. LOL I sat with the three little girls and stared in unbelief at the chaos before us. Then the sweet theatre employee marched us down to get popcorn and into the movie we go....(my husband shows up at this point...thanks for the HELP honey!)
BUT, I don't care how chaotic or loud or crazy the kids were, I fulfilled my promise and had a party to celebrate my son's birthday. He will not know that my blood pressure topped the charts that day, he will not know I thanked God multiple times that he was my last child!....all he will know and remember, is that I did what I said I would do. The big hug and "thank you Mommy" will stay with me forever.

























