Spring starts birthday season here at Pemberley. Lydia’s was last month, Kitty’s was on Saturday, so we decided to combine birthday parties this year. Then my brother called to see if we could add his little boy into the mix (he turns 2 today, happy birthday little P!) and I said, “The more the merrier!”.
My kids helped make the invitations:
I have been gathering up decorations and stealing other people’s ideas for months. I am super talented at craftlifting actual creative mom’s party plans, yo!
After I had a plan for the decorations, I tried to find a way to incorporate all the kids stuff in our yard. Because it is a truth universally acknowledged that our front yard looks like a daycare center, so I figured I should try to work with it.
Our dome turned into Gumdrop Mountain.
We rented a bouncy castle for Lord Licorice’s Castle:
Our little playhouse became Grandma Nuts’ Cottage:
Lizzy dressed up as Queen Frostine:
Bennet was Lord Licorice:
We made candy necklaces…
Played candy beanbag toss:
The kids had to find a card at each station to tell them where to go next. I didn’t get a picture of that though, because it was amazingly chaotic as children’s birthday parties should be.
My sister used her amazing pinata skills and made us these cute lollipop and candy cane pinatas:
Aren’t they perfect? I was super impressed. Thanks again, Maggie.
After the pinatas, it was time for the cake. If you ignore the fact that my little gingerbread people look like they have sustained some sort of brain injury, I think the cake turned out pretty stinking cute.
I can’t bake, so I had Costco make a plain, undecorated sheetcake for me, which I decorated to look like the board game. Things got a little sketchy for awhile in the Molasses Swamp section… It looked a lot like Mr. Bingley had helped decorate if-you-know-what-I-mean… But, I think in the end it wasn’t quite so dog turdy.
The kids LOVED it.
Then we fueled the kids up on about a jillion pounds of candy and sent them home to their adoring parents. Hahahahaha. It would have been funnier if 5 of those sugar-tripping kids didn’t belong to me.