no. 330 – December 3, 2001

I wanted to do something special to celebrate my son turning five years old that I was able to share with you. For the past couple of weeks I would toodle around on this website loading and editing pictures with the hopes of publishing it Sunday a.m. in time for his Birthday. But because of a brain aneurysm, I was unable to…

Yep, a brain aneurysm, brought on by the planning of a birthday party. I sent out 9 birthday invitations to 10 boys. I figured I would get six or seven to accept the invitation and I blissfully went about my business preparing cupcakes, balloons and treat-bags. Guess what? 10 accepted and I realized I am stupid for using the wedding-invitation-rule-of-thumb for a bunch of 4-6 year olds. I don’t think any of them have reached that chapter in etiquette.

So Sunday afternoon, at exactly 2:00 p.m., there were 9 minivans in my driveway dropping off their little guys. There were then 10 winter coats, all with hats and gloves stuffed inside sleeves in my spare bed-room; and 11 little boys (now counting my son) running ape-shit in our house.

Next year, I don’t care if it’s -20 degrees F. outside, I’m sending all their sugared-high, spider-man covered asses outside.

Actually it was a lot of fun. There were only three confirmed melt-downs in the two hours I played hostess, and they were all from one boy…my very own.

Here is my tribute to that little guy, who we never imagined would ever be the very old and wise age of 5 after we met him in person for the first time.