My first memory of eating out with kids is with Miss K - she was about 9 months old, well around that age. It was the crawling stage, not quite walking but definitely not sitting. Miss K being the firstborn, I was still so naive.
One Saturday morning we decided
We woke up one Saturday morning with a twinkle in our eyes and the hubster suggested we go to our local coffee shop for a breakfast. Thinking it was a fabulous idea, I imagined us sitting at the table chatting and laughing while sipping elegantly on our Americano’s with not a drop of food on my top.
Having a 5 year old going onto 19, I have been in some situations and the most recent was the please can I have a sleepover…
What to do, what to do? For me it is easy. My husband and I (still not sure how much I can involve him in my thoughts here) have come to a conclusion. Quite simply, we do not do sleepovers full stop. (See what I did there to focus on my “point”)
When it comes to celebrating getting older, I try not to tempt the Birthday Gods. wCelebrating the day that I was dropped by the stork into my loving moms arms. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it; I have a 2.9-year-old and a 5.2-year-old.
Oh how every year these Birthday Gods find me and put me to some sort of test. Whilst this may sound dramatic please bear in mind that this is my birthday after all and I can whine and cry if I want to and I am closer to 40 than I have ever wanted to be.
I survived the party weekend. Minimal drama and tantrums and that was just from my husband. Go me!
As the first party ended a few kids went up to the party mom and asked where their party packs were. This mom has taken a stand and is starting a trend of no party packs. Her reasoning is sound - there are sweeties, cake, food and fun - right. I then went to another party where there were limited amounts of sweets and drinks available during the party but we went home with a party pack that was full of sweeties. The idea – send them home to get a sugar high and no screaming kids at her house. Well played mom, well played.
So the party pack conundrum begins… to party pack or not to party pack… that is the question…
There are many mixed rainbow emotions when it comes to children's parties. I love the copious amount of sugar. I do not admit this to my daughter who you would think I deprive of all things sucrose related. She is that child with her head in a cupcake grasping on jelly tots and flings. Thinking perhaps I had deprived her I tried a different approach with child number 2 and guess what she too behaves as if she has been deprived of sugar.
There are many mixed rainbow emotions when it comes to children's parties. I love the copious amount of sugar.
I do not admit this to my daughter who you would think I deprive of all things sucrose related. She is that child with her head in a cupcake grasping on jelly tots and flings. Thinking perhaps I had deprived her I tried a different approach with child number 2 and guess what she too behaves as if she has been deprived of sugar.
Emotions range from happy due to the sugar and adult company being present, to being nervous about what happens if I eat too much sugar and scare the adult company by either being super talkative or nursing a sugar low. And if there are adults, what do I say to sound like I am an in-control mother who has a clue, even if it is slightly skewered and covered in chaos?