sunday was the teen's birthday bbq at the casa. we kept it simple - burgers, hot dogs, chips/veggies and dip, with the ice cream cake i ordered from baskin robbins. it was such a low-key event that we didn't even get the grocery shopping done till that very morning. crazy, huh?
as the bean and i got home, the hub was just about to take the teen and her two sleepover guests to donut man for some morning sugar. lucky for me, i caught them in time to place my order for a really healthy breakfast - a custard-filled, chocolate-topped gut bomb that was almost as big as my damn head. mmmmm. i munched as i checked out the dollhouse moon bouncer that had been delivered while we were gone.

the teen and her friends stayed out in the back yard, huddled on chairs underneath the outdoor umbrella. as i scurried outside with more folding chairs, i somehow lost my balance and ended up dropping one right on my fucking toe.
i gritted my teeth and smiled at the kids as i walked calmly into the house, and headed right into the nursery, where i shut the door and hopped in circles, quietly howling in pain and muttering "walk it off, walk it off, walk it off." holy shit, but my poor toe was hurting.
(later on, i had to repeat this process as i hugged my gram good-bye and she accidentally stomped on the same toe. oh, the pain.)
it wasn't long before i noticed the teen and her girlfriends sneaking around outside with cups of water, coming up behind the boys and drenching them and then running away. ha! it was cute, and i half wished i was on the other end of one of those sneak attacks. and then the hub picked up the garden hose and aimed it at them all, squealing with glee inside the moon bouncer. the teen was quick to follow his lead as soon as he put the hose down, and i cursed the fact that i'd walked right by a display of water balloons earlier at the grocery store. they would've loved that.

yes, she's wearing a tutu. at least she took off the mickey ears and orange sunglasses.


















and birthday princess weekend finally came to an end. whew!
I never had birthday parties like that when I was the teen's age. I actually didn't get to do half the stuff that the teen gets to do. Damn that blessed child. ;)
ReplyDeletedamn. that is one crazy weekend.
ReplyDeletei vote you do absolutely nothing this weekend to try to balance out the crazy running around of last weekend ;)
What a fun, fun weekend for the teen. Seriously, you all must have been exhausted by the end of it. But good job mom, you did it right. Now you can rest :)
ReplyDeletelove the bean's spirit fingers.
ReplyDeletejealous of the teen. great job.
last pic = best pic
ReplyDeleteomg, the bean's spirit fingers rocked. what a cool mom you are! i think you need to get a bounce house for your birthday, too!
ReplyDeleteIs she going to expect this every year now?? She is such a lucky girl!
ReplyDeleteit's official. you are the best mom, ever. what an awesome party!!!
ReplyDeleteHow awesome!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun party!
ReplyDeleteHere's the thing...I think I need a super fun birthday party extravaganza like this one. I think I'll aim for next year and I think I want you on the planning committee. ;) Seriously though, the teen is a lucky girl but I'm sure she knows that. :)
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