Last summer, after planning Lucy's birthday party, I floated the idea of having one party for the two of them. Everyone agreed, and so we planned on one big* party to celebrate their separate birthdays.**
It definitely was weird, especially when we sang "happy birthday," since no one was celebrating a birthday. I don't think the preschool-set understood or cared, though, and anyway, a party is a party is a party.
Lucy wanted a pajama party: she wanted to wear pajamas and eat bacon. Peter suggested a donut cake. I went with these ideas, and so we had the 9:30 a.m. pajama-donut-bacon party.
We also played a few games, one of which was a complete dud - the getting dressed in the tent obstacle course, where only a handful of children wanted to participate and several more gave up in frustration in the middle of the game.
There also was an egg race, which freaked Kevin out as the kids took crazy amounts of joy in cracking open their eggs, mixing the raw eggs around, and trying their hardest to infect everyone with salmonella.
And a variation on the pinata, where small prizes were stuffed in balloons and needed to be popped out. I'd like to point out here that I developed a blister on my finger from stuffing and then tying off these balloons, but I think the kids liked it. (The kids that aren't afraid of balloons popping, that is.) Also, I managed to stuff an entire granola bar in balloons, which still impresses me.
Later, all of the kids migrated inside, and so we had 20 or so guests in our tiny house. I'm still surprised there was enough oxygen for everyone.
The only downer for the day was that Lucy used up her happy party energy by 7:30 and had properly crashed by 9:30. There were a few tears and even a lying-on-the-ground, kicking-her-legs moment. But bacon cures all.
*"Big" is totally relative. In this case, it's pretty small. We decided to have it at home (clean bathrooms! easy set-up!) and to invite only our core playgroup friends and cousins. Although, when you're friends with three sets of triplets and have three friends across your yard, the guest list quickly adds up.
**I also joked with Kevin that if we ever were to fudge Lucy's age - you know, change their birthdays and really pretend that they're twins - this was the year to do it. I'm pretty sure she could make the leap to (the world's tiniest) four-year-old easily. As it is, she's convinced she's three.
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