Chris and I must be glutton’s for punishment. There is no other way to explain why we would decide to have a movie night birthday party with nine of Ava’s friends, along with our four kids, and only Chris and I as the chaperones in charge. I really thought nothing of it. This is how it played out in my head: first, a little game of pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, pizza, then a movie, then presents and cake and then kids get picked up by 8pm. Here is how it really went: 1. kids arrive and insist on playing freeze dance in the playroom 2. they get bored with freeze dance pretty quickly and they all go in different directions of the house, some playing upstairs, some downstairs 3. 5:45 rolls around and there is still no pizza. Chris left 45 minutes earlier to get the pre-ordered pizza. 4. For the sake of time and staying on my birthday party schedule, I decide we should begin opening presents since the pizza and my husband are MIA. 5. 6pm pizza arrives and the kids sit around the table to eat. Preston begins crying and doesn’t stop for about an hour. I have no idea why. The kids need more pizza, some don’t like pizza, some don’t like pepperoni, they need more drinks. I am literally sweating trying to fill order and cut the triplets pizza into bite sized pieces and warm their milk to the correct temperature (yes, I still warm their milk for them). 6. The pizza fiasco is over so I put in Cinderella. There is a lot of discussion and confusion about where all the girls are going to sit while they watch the movie. After 10 minutes everyone is settled in to watch the movie. Phew! A little down time. Someone calls out for popcorn so I get the popcorn maker out frantically and start making popcorn. During this time, the main portion of the popcorn maker flies off and little plastic shards go flying. I still make the popcorn. Right as I am handing popcorn out in their little popcorn containers everyone decides they are done watching Cinderella. They have only been watching it for 15 minutes. 7. The kids scatter and go upstairs. We have a foot injury when one of Ava’s friends stepped on a toy. Blood and tears followed. 8. Is the party over yet? It is only 7. We go outside to do cake and nobody really wants cake so we just sing happy birthday and Ava and one or two friends eat cake and ice cream. Half an hour everyone else wants cake and ice cream. 9. 8pm pickup while Chris is trying to put the little kids to bed. 10. Next year we are cutting the size of the birthday party in half and going somewhere outside of the home where someone else can do all the work.
Seriously, what was I thinking? In the end, the kids had a really great time and Ava had a great birthday but it was really hard and quasi stupid of us. We should have at a minimum gotten some adult help. I wanted to break out the sparkling wine I had in my refrigerator through the entire party, but I was too busy and I thought maybe that isn’t appropriate when we are responsible for all of these six and seven year old children.
In the meantime, all the kids are doing great. Ava is absolutely loving school. She gets 100% on all of her tests and is happiest when she is busy and learning. She even loves riding the bus home every day which saves me tremendous time and hassle from picking her up at school.
The triplets are starting to really play with each other. This is imperative since I am on my own with them on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesdays and then I have Nanny Kathy to help me Thursday and Friday mornings. I make sure that I have a plan for getting out of the house each day and that helps me survive having three 2 1/2 year olds. They are such good kids so it makes it pretty easy to take them out. Last Tuesday I took them to the Folsom Zoo and for the first time, they were thrilled to sit and watch the animals. Monkeys are Violet’s favorite animals so she screeched each time she got to see them. Elsa loves all animals and had a constant level of excitement while at the zoo. Preston just wanted to run as fast as he could up and down the ramps; such a boy. Then we had a picnic and were having such a pleasant time and then I look to my right and see Preston flipping backwards over the bench, landing right on his forehead. Screaming ensued. A huge purple bump formed. It was time for us to go home.
Happy 6th birthday Ava Rose, a special girl who always keeps us on our toes.
Until next time, the mothership is signing off.