I have a confession. I am either Portland’s smartest mama or the most shameless. I think the former, but you be the judge.
A little over a month ago, as I sat with my friend, Melissa, watching our kids play near the fountains at the park, I thought, “What a beautiful day and a great place to have a birthday party. It’s a shame we can’t celebrate Laird’s birthday here.” You see, Laird’s special day is at the end of September and for the past two years the temperature has been in the low-to-mid 70s at that time. Weather nice enough to be comfortable outside in, but with the constant risk of rain. Ugh. At that moment, the wheels (rusty as they may be) in my brain started turning. Why do we have to celebrate his birthday on September 26th? Would it be so horrible to have a party, say, a month before? I’m sure no one knows when his actual birthdate is, including Laird.
So, as usual, I consulted the answer to all of life’s difficult questions…Google. Sure enough, other mama’s out there had posed the same question on various forums. Most responders advised throwing the party no more than a month in advance and having a small celebration on the actual birthdate. Sweet. I’m brilliant. No more cramming a bunch of people into our unfit-to-entertain house, no searching for overpriced birthday party venues. Laird would be having his birthday at the park.
While planning the party, I asked him, “What do you want for your birthday?” He responded with a smile, “Balloons. And friends.” Done.
This past monday just happened to be a gorgeous 80-degree day. Blue skies, light wind, happy kids and lots of smiles. I know Laird had a blast and I’m pretty sure most of the kids did as well.
Now, the only problem is…Laird keeps telling everyone, “I’m 3! I’m 3!”
“Well, sort of,” is all I can say.