phew... it has been a crazy past week and a half.
crazy, crazy, crazy-town.
now, i don't pretend to play dumb.. i know i bring about 90% of this mayhem on myself, and truly i would have it no other way. but i'm still just a smidgen tuckered out from it all..
thus this blog and it's lack of anything worth even your slightest glance.
i do apologize. and i do intend to play catch up.
so consider this post the first of a few in these next couple of days. things are going to get bb uuuu ssy here folks. just enjoy the ride..
a couple of times a year i get real wild and decide to throw birthday bashes for the chile renos.
i have a serious love/hate with the whole shinanigan.
i adore planning these parties. REALLY, truly like crafting, and prepping for it. love making the invites (thank you kennan), like planning a menu, and coordinating outfits.
but what i hate.. more than many things..
is actually throwing said party. the day the actual party rolls around, i am usually a 100% nut case.. just running amuck, and being not so helpful. for example..
this last party.. i ran face first, walking quite fast into a medal pole in our parking lot. i turned my head just in time to let freedom ring, and a glorious black and blue goose egg to take residence smack dab in the middle of my forehead. precious.
not 15 minutes later, while carrying minie's tray of cupcakes, i fell flat on my face again... sending her birthday treats flying.. and me with scraped knees, grass stains, and a crying birthday girl because mom just dumped her pupcakes.
whooeee... i bet that's what your thinking.
luckily i am blessed with some incredibly helpful and caring sisters, moms, friends, AND husband. would you believe it ?.. it always ends up perfect.
and then the whole process repeats itself.
*sigh*
so on that note, consider yourself officially invited to:
crazy, crazy, crazy-town.
now, i don't pretend to play dumb.. i know i bring about 90% of this mayhem on myself, and truly i would have it no other way. but i'm still just a smidgen tuckered out from it all..
thus this blog and it's lack of anything worth even your slightest glance.
i do apologize. and i do intend to play catch up.
so consider this post the first of a few in these next couple of days. things are going to get bb uuuu ssy here folks. just enjoy the ride..
a couple of times a year i get real wild and decide to throw birthday bashes for the chile renos.
i have a serious love/hate with the whole shinanigan.
i adore planning these parties. REALLY, truly like crafting, and prepping for it. love making the invites (thank you kennan), like planning a menu, and coordinating outfits.
but what i hate.. more than many things..
is actually throwing said party. the day the actual party rolls around, i am usually a 100% nut case.. just running amuck, and being not so helpful. for example..
this last party.. i ran face first, walking quite fast into a medal pole in our parking lot. i turned my head just in time to let freedom ring, and a glorious black and blue goose egg to take residence smack dab in the middle of my forehead. precious.
not 15 minutes later, while carrying minie's tray of cupcakes, i fell flat on my face again... sending her birthday treats flying.. and me with scraped knees, grass stains, and a crying birthday girl because mom just dumped her pupcakes.
whooeee... i bet that's what your thinking.
luckily i am blessed with some incredibly helpful and caring sisters, moms, friends, AND husband. would you believe it ?.. it always ends up perfect.
and then the whole process repeats itself.
*sigh*
so on that note, consider yourself officially invited to:
i spent weeks gathering frilly "vintage" (DI counts as vintage.. right?) china to have for this very special golden birthday. moosie turned 3 on the 3rd.it had to be fabulous.
right?at least she thought so.
the birthday guests enjoyed a many of pb&j finger sandwhiches,
and lemonade tea.
family from afar came.
smooshed pupcakes were still enjoyed.
there was dancing...
and crafting...
and face painting too.
glass slippers were worn.
and cake enjoyed....
that is, until it went tumbling to the ground below and then well..you can just see for yourself.
:)
aren't grandmas nice?she even thought to give poppy a gift too.
and any party that starts with tea, and ends in dress-ups??well you just described minie's dream.
literally,
she has not been able to stop talking about it since.
happy birthday baby girl.
and happy day mom.. because it is now behind us.
:)
stay tuned...
xo,
brooke
5 comments:
FANTASTIC!! Goose-egg and all. XOXO
one of the more picturesque 3rd birthdays i've ever attended. so glad we we're in town for it. love your little redheaded smooshie!
You guys know how to throw a party. We're sorry to have missed it. Minie sure is a cute little three year old.
Brooke,
It's time I come out of hiding. I finally did on Kennan's blog and now I will on yours. I actually went to school, many, many years of it, with both Trevan and Dustin. In fact, remind me to tell you a funny story about your husband sometime. You'll probably laugh. Anyway, I adore your craftiness, I drool over your picture taking abilities and your daughters are so stinking cute I can't even stand it! I'll be quiet now. Have a good weekend! ~Jill
It turned out amazing. I am still so sad we had to move and missed it all. I am so sorry about your tumbles, but it did make me laugh if that helps at all. What a great mommy you are!
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