If you are stressed out about your little boy's birthday party then you only have yourself to blame. I can say this because I am a recovering stressed-out birthday-party-planning-mom. What I have found is that all boys need is a cake and a couple of balls thrown into your yard.
And folding chairs work just find as bases.
When they leave, spray everything with Fabreeze, because little boys smell like farm animals, grab the leftover cake and a fork, and plop down on the couch. Birthday. Done.
In other news, this girl is still sweet. I keep waiting for her to resent every word that comes out of my mouth, but so far she's managed to keep the angst to a minimum. I say this with the full knowledge that my next post will probably be about the first time my daughter screams "I hate you."
These two kids are the greatest thing that ever happened to me. For reals.