Every year my kids get to choose whether they want a “family” party or a “friend” party. Sam has had one friend party. Maggie has had two. Ben has had none. On Saturday Ellen had her first friend party–she turns five today.
My kids do have friends. They play with them every day. But when it comes to parties, they are just more tempted by the “family” option. I rarely had birthday parties myself growing up. I just didn’t like being center of attention, feeling responsible for people having fun, and making sure I acted excited enough when I opened my presents. It didn’t appeal to me. I guess my kids are the same way.
Sam, for example, has a summer birthday. There’s almost always a fun summer blockbuster opening around his birthday so we’ll go to it as a family and just have a popcorn/concessions stashed in my purse (even on birthdays I’m cheap)/sodas/no holds barred kind of thing.
Ben always goes to the Spaghetti Factory on his birthday and eats a meatball.
Maggie enjoys celebrating the whole month of February as “Maguary.” (Who wouldn’t?) We do that by getting treats and buying clothes or shoes that I would normally say “no” to.
But this year Ellen wanted friends. Click over to my blog to see how Ellen’s party went down. SPOILER: We partied down. It was very low-key and easy but charming and fun. For the most part my older kids planned and executed the party. Do you “execute”
Duck, Duck, Goose Princess, Princess, Queen? This is how I manage not to get burned out on parties.
(Don’t forget to check out Marinka’s list of birthday pet peeves!)