A dozen years, a dozen parties, each one bigger and better than the last.
From the meticulously decorated homemade cakes to the party bags, each year's theme was painstakingly coordinated: Sesame Street, dinosaurs, Star Wars, Pokemon, insects that turned into robots, baseball cards, you name it.
There was nothing Mr. Kamikaze couldn't reproduce in icing on the top of his famous Italian cream cakes.
And nobody put more thought into a party bag than I did.
And so, I have to admit it stung a little when Boy Esq., who is about to be 13, announced his preferred theme for this year's celebration: "Please don't embarrass me Mom."
What color balloons go with that?
Awww. I thought this theme was just an urban legend. They don't really grow up and say things like this, right?
Posted by: Sarah is Ok | January 28, 2008 at 07:43 AM
Clearly you need to dig out the old baby in the bathwater pictures. Make up posters, T-shirts, matching napkins.
I mean, no matter what you do at that age, you'll embarrass them. At least this way you can say you tried.
Posted by: Miss Britt | January 28, 2008 at 08:26 AM
Yeah, I heard that comment for the first time about two months ago -- from my six-year-old. But I deserve it, and it sounds like you don't. AACCKK! Maybe this year's party theme should be "The Fam," which is coincidentally the guest list, too. Best of luck.
P.S. If you have any Italian cream cakes you're not using . . .
Posted by: Foolery | January 28, 2008 at 10:42 AM
black everything w/ some red thrown in for accent
Posted by: Mish | January 29, 2008 at 12:48 AM
black everything w/ some red thrown in for accent
Posted by: Mish | January 29, 2008 at 12:49 AM
i was wondering why i had to decipher the word thing twice. now i look tupid.
Posted by: Mish | January 29, 2008 at 12:51 AM