Once I had kids, birthdays changed for me. Suddenly my “birth” days were yours – the two days that I actually gave birth. Suddenly I cared less about what I did on my birthday and much more about what we did on your birthdays. And since few things are as magical to a kid than their birthday, I have sometimes allowed myself to get creative (see Ice Cream Cupcakes and Marshmallow Craziness).
I am now a regular at the party store. I love filling my minivan to the brim with balloons! While swept up in birthday fervor for your birthday, Kitten, a close co-worker of mine had the misfortune of having her birthday. This happened:
One birthday one of you will wake up gift wrapped to your bed – I promise you. I am a fan of birthday shenanigans, my children. You have been warned…