5 going on 15 - over on B-Metro

This week: 5.. and counting. Make a wish.

I swear, whoever did this - whatever did this, they are in for quite the earful and maybe a bottle of shampoo emptied out and replaced with Nair. I did not order this, nor want it anytime soon and I’d like some sort of exchange, return, or at least a pause button.

While making Conner’s cupcakes on Saturday, he kept coming into the kitchen, and in a rather demanding tone request that he help. Thing is, no one wants to hear the dreaded words “my child helped make these!”, because that only translates directly into “these are filled with boogers and dog hair”. Because I was on a tight timeline, I asked him to do things like lick the spoon and “get mommy the big green mixing bowl” to appease a few of his requests. You could tell with his huffs and ALMOST eye-rolls that he wasn’t happy with these inadequate duties. He wanted to mix, break eggs, stir, pour things.

Figure out whether or not I make someone surprise bald by reading the rest after the jump.

It's His Party, I Cried Cuz I Had To.

The birthday party happened. I suppose I should just go ahead and blog it all out now, but I’m still kinda mulling over it.

In short: we didn’t get to go anywhere near the pool. Due to insane Alabama pop-up thunderstorms, we set up in a partly clouded sky, and started welcoming guests to continuous rumbles of thunder.

The only alternative was a large play area inside. The kids loved it, although several kids were disappointed. Everyone showed up in swimsuits with cover-ups and flip-flops. My party favors were beach balls. We had an entire bucket of unused pool toys and the cake was a cupcake alligator (very pool-ish).

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Conner was worn out, enjoyed seeing his friends (several didn’t show - assuming due to the freak storm), but still wanted to swim.

One little girl left crying because we never made it out to the pool.

And me? Well, it’s not about me. But for the record, I hate nothing more than promising my children something, much less a group of children something, and not being able to deliver. Especially for my oldest baby’s 5th birthday party.