There's No Crying in Baseball!!

So I'm 29 now. I don't know how it happened, but I woke up Tuesday morning and I was suddenly "pushing 30"! And let me tell you...after the weekend I just had, I was feeling (or should I say hurting) every year of it!!

I threw the first of many fiasco birthday parties for my big 3 year old man. It all started out so good. The "B is for Brody's Birthday" theme...perfect! The coupon for buy a dozen, get one free at the BEST neighborhood bagel shop (which coincidentally fit in with the "B" themed food)...perfect! The super cheap kiddie pools filled with bubbles (again with the "B" theme) for the expected second week of 80+degree weather...perfect! The super-easy rainbow chip cake and frosting with beautifully crafted upper and lower-case b's made out of smarties....perfect!

And then, I got a little cocky! What could be better than a baseball pinata filled with "b"-licious treats for the kids to collect? And who better to make such a pinata than an ex-5th grade teacher who's been out of the game for 3 years and had a whopping 2 years experience before that making paper mache knight helmets? And just for a little added fun....why don't we make this a mother-son project (both of whom have the same horrifically controlling personalities) and really drive the nail in the coffin? Needless to say, a 30 minute project turned into two days of torture and a crying 3 year old who is suddenly capable of expressing to me that my "mean words hurt his feelings!"

So...a little dejected and mostly guilty, I crawled out of bed Saturday morning ready to kick this party where the sun don't shine!....And, of course, the sun wasn't shining...ANYWHERE! The beautifully decorated backyard and hot and sunny weather forecast that existed when I went to bed, was nothing more than a cold and soggy mess.

(soggy and deflated dreams)

(My soaking wet table cloth, balloons & signs)

(My bubble pool (and bead tray) filled with rain water instead of bubble water)

I had 7 hours to clean and redecorate an entire inside of the house, set out a selection of "b"-licious food and drink, and schlep two kids through the pouring rain to get 2 dozen bagels and a helium tank because my precious husband waited till the last minute to remember that he was supposed to be in Galveston for a conference that day! BUT - the ray of sunshine on an otherwise exhausting and WAY-not-worth-it day...THE PINATA!!

It wasn't much to look at with its cracking paint and "love dents", but it held up for every kid to get 2 turns AND for the birthday boy to break it open with the help of his daddy!

So take that "B"-irthday party! And that goes for you too, 29! Let's do it again next year!