So… We Had A Party… A Full Week Ago…

We have had one of those weekends which would probably require a doctor to come in and take pulses, just to make sure the bodies loafing on the sofa were still warm to the touch and breathing.  That could be because it rained / snowed / sleeted / rained some more / snowed some more yesterday, and no one had the drive or the ambition to venture outside.  It would have just required too many accessories… the umbrella… the snow boots… the heavy coat… It was ever-so-very-much easier to just stay in our pajamas and be the slugs that bring frowns from members of Productive Society.

I did my level best to consume three cups of chai tea, and felt like some sort of Olympic medalist when I drained that last cup.

And then, because I didn’t want to end the day by doing absolutely nothing that even remotely contributed to our household, I washed the dishes.  By hand.  Because our LG dishwasher has now become that “thing that sits beneath the kitchen counter and doesn’t do any work around here, whatsoever.”

It’s exactly like having a squatter in our house.

So, with nothing newsworthy to report (unless you’re interested in how many episodes of Pawn Stars ran on our TV yesterday… or unless you care that I [yes, me!] watched an entire two-hour documentary on Jesse James and the buried gold that was very possibly hidden by him… the same documentary that LEFT ME WITH A CLIFFHANGER AT THE END THAT MADE ME WANT TO PROPERLY PRONOUNCE BAD WORDS, BECAUSE I GAVE THAT SHOW TWO ENTIRE HOURS!), I will just smack some snapshots of Thing 2’s birthday party from last weekend on the blog.

I do love being prompt and timely.

Thing 2 may also be suffering from the I’M THE SECOND SON syndrome, in which a week must go by before his mother actually pulls his birthday party snapshots off of her memory card.

So yes.  Last Saturday afternoon, we invited an entire big herd of toddlers and their families (their mamas and their daddies… their big brothers and their sisters) to come out to the giant multipurpose room at our church, so that we could celebrate the fact that our baby is officially a member of the Terrible Twos Club.

(Although… I think he paid his dues early there.)

I really wanted to be one of those mothers who had a board on Pinterest entitled “Second Birthday Party.”  I wanted to be the type of mother who made enormous pom-pom garlands out of tissue paper… who put fancy, specially-printed labels on water bottles that said THING 2 IS 2… who called up a local farmer and asked him to please bring his Massey Ferguson to the party and give all of the toddlers rides in the bucket… and who stayed up late the night before, making a homemade cake covered in fondant and decorated with John Deere tractors and sweat from a loving mama’s brow.

And then I decided that doing all of those things would cause me to need the paddles to recover from heart stress, so I just went with the theme of COME JOIN US IN A BIG ROOM, WHERE TODDLERS CAN RUN WILD, AND WE WILL BRING OUR TWO MINI-TRAMPOLINES, SO THAT TODDLERS CAN ALSO JUMP, AND WE WILL HAVE SUPER CHEAP PIZZA THAT CAUSES HEARTBURN, AND ALSO A BLUE AND GREEN CAKE THAT A NICE LADY IN THE WALMART BAKERY MADE FOR US.

And?  Do you know what?  We had a blast, even without the tissue-paper pom-pom garland!

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Thing 2 ran and ran and ran and RA-AN in that big room, until he was sweating buckets and wheezing.  He had an enormously good time, and I think all of his party guests did, too.

And look!  Remember my friend, Christy, who went to China last month with her husband to pick up their daughter, Janie, who had been waiting for her forever family for nearly two years?

Well, Janie hadn’t even been home with her family for two entire weeks before she attended her first American birthday party.  She was powerfully impressed with Thing 2’s ability to spin like an F-5 tornado and leave a path of destruction behind him.

If you prayed for Scott and Christy’s trip to China when I told y’all that you could, I’m grateful.  This little honey is HOME.  Home where she belongs!  Isn’t she darling?!

IMG_2786 IMG_2787And look!  Thing 2 gave Janie the biggest IT’S MY PARTY, AND I’LL HUG YOU IF I WANT TO hug that you’ve ever seen in your life.  He loves her already, and the snapshot of these two toddlers (who are only six weeks apart in age) makes the tears spring up in my eyes, because Jesus has brought them both to their families, where they will be spoiled rotten with love…

… and have mamas who blog their birthday photos a full week after the party actually happened.

IMG_2812All of Thing 2’s little buddies and cousins came out to help usher him into his terrible twos.

We had pizza.

We had cake.

We had trampolines.

We had homemade carnival rides, where kids could swing upside down at the speed of light, with no safety harnesses or protective eyeware, thanks to Sister’s Husband, whose biceps were tremendously sore when he left the party.

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We had kids running everywhere.

We had kids sweating the sweat of Real Fun.

We had a total blast!

And here are all the snapshots to prove it.

IMG_2785 IMG_2788 IMG_2799 IMG_2795 IMG_2796 IMG_2790 IMG_2797 IMG_2798 IMG_2804 IMG_2808 IMG_2815 IMG_2811 IMG_2814 IMG_2800 IMG_2803 IMG_2816 IMG_2817 IMG_2818 IMG_2842 IMG_2843 IMG_2849We sang the traditional, off-key version of Happy Birthday to Thing 2, until my darling friend, Bethany, chimed in with her gorgeous voice and brought us HARMONY and a genuine WOW FACTOR.

Thing 2 ADORED having everyone sing to him.  He showed us that he is probably ready for the red carpet and a tuxedo for such things as Opening Night and Charity Balls, because he spread his arms wide and hollered out, “Again!  Again!” when we finished our song.

And then two-year-old Cousin H blew his candle out for him, which caused the Terrible Twos to have a small flareup, because HOW DARE YOU EXTINGUISH A MAN’S CANDLE WHILE HE IS HAMMING IT UP FOR THE CROWD AND PREPARING AN ELABORATE BLOWOUT OF HIS OWN?!

So we sang Happy Birthday a second time.  Thing 2 cheered for himself a second time.  Bethany harmonized a second time.  And Cousin H blew his birthday candle out a second time.

It was priceless.

IMG_2823 IMG_2828 IMG_2827 IMG_2829 IMG_2831 IMG_2826IMG_2835 IMG_2847 IMG_2845Of course we had presents at the party.  Thing 2 assured everyone (especially Cousin H) that he was definitely man enough to open everything by himself.

It took no time at all for our toddler to become an absolute pro at ripping wrapping paper off of boxes and tearing open gift bags.

IMG_2850 IMG_2851 IMG_2855 IMG_2857 IMG_2861 IMG_2864 IMG_2868 IMG_2869 IMG_2870 IMG_2871 IMG_2872 IMG_2873 IMG_2874 IMG_2875 IMG_2876 IMG_2877 IMG_2878 IMG_2879 IMG_2881 IMG_2884 IMG_2886 IMG_2887 IMG_2892 IMG_2896 IMG_2899 IMG_2900Our church pastor and maintenance man may have both suffered severe cardiac arrest, had they seen the condition of the big room before we left the party.

That room resembled a house party in an old John Hughes film… right before the parents came home.

IMG_2901Don’t worry.

We cleaned it all up, better than the top-rated maids in America could have done, because Mam (Cleaner Extraordinaire) led the Cleanup Committee.

And these friends of mine?  Oh!  They are sweet and wonderful!

IMG_2906 IMG_2907 IMG_2908 IMG_2912 IMG_2913 IMG_2918 IMG_2919 IMG_2932After he had opened all of his presents, Thing 2 decided to play some foosball.

By himself.

Because who needs an opponent, when you know how to climb the nearby sofa to gain access to the table?

IMG_2920 IMG_2922 IMG_2923 IMG_2929IMG_2934 IMG_2935 IMG_2936 IMG_2937When everything was picked up… when the leftover pizza was distributed to party goers… when all the red Solo cups where in the trashcan… when we had hugged every last guest and thanked them for celebrating with our baby…

… we came home.

And that’s when we found a RATHER LENGTHY gift hanging out of our mailbox, because Keith and Carrie mailed Thing 2 a Colorado Avalanche hockey stick, all the way from Denver.

Do you know what Thing 2 needs?  He needs a game that involves fast speed and A STICK IN HIS HAND!  Because do you know what  kind of damage that toddler can do with a hockey stick?  Well… we’re all wearing helmets around our house this week, because Thing 2 can beat the snot out of a puck and send it crashing across a room before you can blink.

And then he can use the stick to gain access to ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING that he wants off of the kitchen counters.

And he can use it to swipe back and forth beneath the sofa, to retrieve lost Matchbox cars that have driven themselves under there.

A Colorado Avalanche hockey stick is the gift that just keeps on giving.

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And that’s a wrap tonight, people.

Y’all have a very merry Sunday evening.

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