It's Not My Party!

As I planned the perfect 9th birthday party for DT, I found myself wishing this were MY party. A magician. The whole class invited. Endless frolicking at the park's awesome playground by the zoo.

The expense would be more than we'd like, but we hadn't done anything like this before. I got the okay from my supportive husband. I planned to call the magician the next day. I'd reserve our pavilion too. I had already checked; it was still available. And so was the magician. I'd have plenty of time to figure out invitations since the party would be after school starts (a month after DT's actual birthday). Things were really coming together now. I was excited.

And then my husband says, "Does DT even want a big party?"

Who wouldn't?! I'd been talking-up the possibilities for more than a week. Surely he'd like to invite his whole class to a magic show at the park for his 9th birthday.

He asks DT. And DT comes close and sincerely replies, "Can I just invite a few of my friends to come over?"

Defeat! I'm floored! After DT goes to bed, my husband has to remind me that it's not MY birthday.

So, change of plans. We're inviting a few of DT's best buds over to our house for hot dogs, cake, and ice-cream on his birthday. Yes, ON his birthday, in less than 2 weeks! And of course, the theme is Ninjago (DT's current obsession). Today's tasks were accomplished. Made Ninjago party invitations. And searched for 4 buddies' contact information. I found 2 of the 4; that's not bad, right?