On Sunday we have our son’s big birthday bash and naturally we go all out (you only turn 4 once)…
He proudly announces that he is turning into a “big boy” and he wants all his little friends there at his party “no mamas and dadas of course” (well kid that will be slightly difficult since no parents are likely to drop of their 3 and 4 year olds with us for a couple of hours…and even if they are..ehum no thanks!…no offense or anything…just…no explanation needed I’m sure).
He also would like a real dinosaur to come “of course” (yes, indeedy!)
I made the enormous faux pas the other day (first one) telling him that the T-Rex ate other dinosaurs (oh the devastation). “You know they eat meat!?” “Yes mama, meat, not dinosaurs!!!” (Ops!) The same logic as Tyrannosaurus starting with a “d” (second one) , “no it starts with a “T” you hear it in the beginning t t t Tyrannosaurus Rex, it’s even called a T-Rex for short, you know that” (my attempt to explain).
“Yes mama, but is it not a dinosaur?”
“Why, yes?” “Then it start with a “d”- “d” for dinosaur!!
Yes, the logic! He was near tantrum and tears so I had to let it go (pick your battles time-might have to re-visit the T-Rex discussion as he gets deeper into learning his letters and spelling). Now, I don’t get off as easy. His big brown eyes are full of tears as he looks from the big T-Rex he got from his grandparents for Christmas and the rest of the (now sad-looking smaller) dinosaurs on the floor of his room. “T-Rex don’t eat dinosaurs, he don’t, he don’t, he don’t” ( okaaay – bad, evil mama!) “all dinosaurs are friends and friends don’t eat friends!” (Can’t argue with that). “No, of course not, mama is just being silly”. He is hesitant at first, wet cheeked and unsure (totally my fault) “they don’t, right” (lip trembling),
“okay!- silly mama!!!”
I call more companies than I dare to admit to ask for a character dressing up as a dinosaur for a kid birthday party with basically no luck (I know he doesn’t want “Barney”- besides he; Barney, not our son, is booked up for the next three months who knew?).
I get the coolest looking dinosaurs skeletons at the natural history museum (he does know that these are “dead” dinosaurs, right…? “Yes mama, they’re extinct, duh!!” Okay, just checking!) they are only 3 dollars and I’m thinking they would be great for the gift bags (except we ended up inviting 18 kids total-went up from 10 to 12 to 14 plus siblings…so yeah!) and naturally we need candy as well, oh and dinosaur stamps and stickers and these cool “grow in water over night dino eggs” (which my son has zero patients for but loves ones the Dino actually comes out!). Anyways back to the museum dinosaur skeletons, I get twelve, and as I search for six more (after the invitation list expanded with preschool kids) , I luck out and find them on amazon (3 dollars….for six!!)
We get a custom-made dinosaur cake of course and the traditional princess cake from the Swedish bakery (“new hire-Farsi required language” sign up in the window) putting dinosaur candles on top. We go all out (twice) at party city with the balloons and decorations and plates, napkins, cups and plastic ware and spend hours at Costco for the rest (mostly eatable stuff).
I clean and plan and invite as our boy talks and waits and wishes and waits…
He invites everyone and their neighbor – only requirement – you have to be a kid! The problem is he goes to two different schools (well, three really with Swedish school) and when he mentions some friends that “have to come” I barely know who they are. I feel slightly guilty that I’m more comfortable with my swedish girlfriend’s kids and that maybe I haven’t given other kids a chance or more of an effort to get to know their moms. This is not fair to my boy so I find out from each teacher who he is playing with the most (should probably have asked them before… is “exhausted mama syndrome” a valid excuse?) and then telling them he can only invite a few friends (which is true because of the dinosaur character and his assistant coming to play with them- there are only so many kids they can entertain at a time…)
at least kind of (it’s a blue dragon).
My husbands blows up balloons, put the pool and the jumper up in our yard (unfortunately it’s uncharacteristically cold for the end of May) and I pour candy, strawberries, fruit, chips and salsa into bowls and lay out the crackers, cheese, turkey wraps, veggies, cup cakes and cookies. This looks promising (despite some last-minute cancellations-probably for the better, except some will be dearly missed) but there is always that one mom…