A birthday BBQ and A day at the movies…

No one told me some rules when I began having kids. One of them being.. set a pattern for big friend birthday parties and stick to them. Like every other year or so Otherwise you will be giving tons of kid parties every single year. I give tons of birthday parties a year because I set the expectations high before I knew the price I would pay (literally).

 

To kick of Jacob’s actual birthday we hosted a bbq at our house with family.  With both sides of our family it made for a lot of people and a lot of fun!  We are very lucky to have so many people who love Jacob and who spoiled him!

 

 

Things were really busy around Jacob’s birthday.  He had determined a while ago that he wanted to take his friends to the movies…  The week before I began looking up movie times and they were not posted. I checked in daily and they still were not up. Finally Tuesday (party was for Saturday) they were up. I whipped out invitation and sent them out Wednesday (which wasn’t much notice).  Here is my “worst Mom ever” moment or so it felt at the time (I have a few of these behind me by now).  Fast forward to Friday (day before the party)… I had three big things I was doing that day during one of them I got a call on my cell from one of Jacob’s favorite friends mom’s.  She informed me that another child was having a birthday party at the same time with the same movie and had sent out the invite first.  What?  I was sick.  I couldn’t think what I would do?  So I began calling the boys Mom’s on my cell phone seeing if anyone could come.  First call was a no.  Slowly though I got three confirmations of coming. I figured that was enough.   I felt like the worst Mom ever when I had to break Jacob’s heart and tell him that two of his fav friends couldn’t come. He quickly recovered and thanked me for trying so hard.

 

The day of the party was Alan’s race (yes I am so behind on blogging) so it made for one crazy morning.  We went to see Diary of a wimpy kid, which is a delightful movie. 

 

 

After the party was over I wasn’t sorry it was small. 5 boys can get pretty wild!