Would You, Could You, Come & Play?...

Birthday boy approves

Would you, could you come and play? Would you, could you on my birthday?

 Dr. Seuss was the theme for my youngest son's 2nd birthday party.

It's hard to believe the year has flown by and I need to put together a party before he turns the big 3 in just a couple weeks.

I love to do creative parties for my 2 boys, but juggling work, school and daycare schedules, soccer, guitar practice, and everything else a busy working mom has to do in a week makes it tough. This year we've decided on a local pumpkin patch.

While I get my creative juices flowing for this one, enjoy some of the pictures from last year's party.  "Oh the thinks you can think, if only you try..."

 

Homemade tissue pom poms

I made the cake, decorations, bought blue wigs, and wrote Thing 1 & Thing 2 on red t-shirts to fit the theme. We had Thing 1 & Thing 2 races and a photo op for souvenirs.

Thing 1 & Thing 2 Photo Op

Everyone had a ball! I got the most ideas, and a couple party supplies, (like the treat boxes) from the Seussland web site.   



Homemade Cat in the Hat cake



This year I'm thinking of dressing the birthday boy in overalls with a white t-shirt, which I will use a rubber stamp to cover with orange pumpkins. I am also getting some great ideas for games, food and adorable party favors from sites like MarthaStewart.com. Wish me luck. I'll post pictures after the pumpkin patch party.













He's Teaching Me Patience

Raising two boys I knew I would eventually have to move from toy trucks to teen tantrums, but I still had a few years not to think or worry about it. So I thought.

My oldest son is only 8, and we're still battling the terrible twos with the little guy. Those of you who know me well already know that my world seriously changed about three months ago. That's when my teenage cousin moved in with us.

We grew to a party of five overnight and my husband and I have struggled to teach discipline to a child someone else has molded. A man-child that is. I failed to mention he is 18-years-old, but suffered a brain injury just over a year ago.

A Monster Has Moved in

He pops in and out without warning, but no one can miss his arrival. Growling, teeth bared, brow furrowed, eyes slit with burning focus, his wrath is unpredictable.

Anyone in his path beware. Anything within his reach can become a painful weapon flung in your direction when he is angry. His tiny stature is misleading. His head only reaches my waist, but he can make the whole house tremble when he stomps his little foot and lets out that high pitched sound that rings in your ears.