Can you believe it? The twins turned five!! I’m going to give you a quick re-cap of their shared boy/girl birthday party, but I didn’t exactly melt it all together with any coherency! It was more like a generic party with Frozen and an Alvin and the Chipmunks subliminally running at the same time!
Before we start let me just say, go easy on me. Up to this point I was still sick. A lot. Every day. I thought, “I’ll be 16 weeks. I can get ready for a party without feeling terrible.” I thought wrong, folks. I didn’t do any of the wonderful things I had wanted to do before hand (like even pretend to clean the house), and I spent three hours of the party either in the bathroom or asleep. It wasn’t until I smelled the garlic bread while every one was eating that I emerged…and not to rejoin the festivities. Oh no. Again in the bathroom. During dinner. Yeah. My little house all arranged around the one bathroom. It was great.
Do you know how awkward it is to be at someone’s house while they’re sick? I really didn’t want everyone to leave, but I know it had to be hard to stay. Thanks to all my family that stuck it out for the twins!
And I was crazy emotional (like when I thanked my mom for finishing dinner and just about broke down in tears). The twins haven’t had any one over for their birthday since their first and they don’t remember that. It’s always just us and maybe my in-laws, but this year they wanted a party. I stuck with their grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins but I really did try. I felt like I ruined the small shard of what I actually got accomplished.
I have to say, I was pretty disappointed in my cakes this year. The Frozen ice palace I’ve been longing to create was…well…a cake with some toys and icy looking stuff on it. She was thrilled, so that’s all that matters! Of course, she had to set all the people up just so. And nudge them just a smidge this way or that. She’s so particular! She also has a wonderful sense of humor, is crafty and creative and that particularity spills into every little masterpiece she dreams up- from coloring to block building- transforming the wonderful into the exceptional. Just like her!
Two batches of hard candy produced enough large “shards” to call it good enough. I just used the LorAnn recipe for hard candy, minus the flavoring. There were a lot of candy pieces left over, just not any really long ones.
My father-in-law tricked my oldest son into thinking I had broken glass for the cake. Who does he think I am that he believed I would do that?! And no, I don’t know why blue food coloring makes green candy.
For my youngest son’s cake he wanted Alvin and the Chipmunks. I went for a home-made ice cream cake.
Cookies and cream on the bottom, crushed Oreos mixed with homemade magic shell, then vanilla on top. Ice the whole thing with whipped cream and your done.
The Oreo/magic shell turned into a crazy hard cookie. Next time I’ll either just forget the magic shell (2 Tbsp. coconut oil melted with a cup of chocolate chips, by the way), or put a thin layer of magic shell, then the Oreos, then another thin layer. That would protect the cookies from sogging up but not be the layer of concrete I had.
We just threw on some star sprinkles and a set of old McDonald’s “Chipwrecked” toys I ordered off E-bay and called it a day. He loved his cake, too. So again…that’s all that matters!
The only real thing I did for the party was make some mock pinatas. And I was disappointed in that, too. They loved them, though!
I got the idea from A Work In Progress. I was going to make another to give you a tutorial, but hers is already perfect! I have about a dozen old paper lanterns, so it was a perfect solution to my not getting around to the one thing my daughter asked for until the night before the party!
I was only disappointed because ours was over quick! My daughter pulled hers, then my son and he got it.
My son pulled his and he got it.
What a turd! At least now I know which is the lucky kid. He’s also the accident prone kid, so it’s nice to know that his instinct may save him from what his wandering mind gets him into. We had to have a front tooth pulled the rest of the way out the other day so now he walks around looking like he’s been in a bar fight! In addition to all the black eyes and now busting his teeth out of his head, he’s the only one of them that has ever broken a bone. No. Not just a cast. Full on surgery and pins in his elbow. You get it. Not exactly a careful kid. But he’s funny and smart and creative and loving and silly and, well, full on FUN. He’s my little boy. And now he’s five. And so is his sister. Awww.
Of course they got a bunch of stuff, but my favorite gift to them was a collaboration between my step-dad, my mom and me.
Now, a word on how I feel (cause I know you care):
There is something that goes on when you’re pregnant and already have kids. I feel like this is my last chance to do all these things I’ve wanted to do. Like I’m out of time. Like if I don’t get everything right RIGHT NOW then I’ve failed. There will never be another birthday, school thing, trip we’ve wanted to take, or anything more important than these moments right now. And nothing is working out! You just saw every picture I took at their birthday b/c I was sick THE WHOLE TIME! And they’re not even good pictures! My camera didn’t even have enough battery for the flash to work b/c this pregnant brain of mine can’t remember to take the shopping list!
I want them to be excited for the addition to our family but I feel like all these goals and wonderful experiences are dying. The twins will be in school next year and I’m spending their last chunk of open time being sick and exhausted and then I’ll have a newborn and then we won’t be able to go and do anything.
I know it’s part of it. I went through this with my oldest. I was pregnant with the twins during the summer before he started kindergarten, too, and I felt like I was plain ol’ out of time. I also know that it was fine. I have family and friends that helped A LOT, and sometimes I just had a baby on each hip and we figured it out! All of those memories I wanted for him still happened, just differently. We haven’t made it to the amusement park, the twins are really just now big enough for me to enjoy myself, too. But it can wait. There are plenty of things that we can do…ALL of us. I might take up my family on their offers to keep the youngin’ this time around. It will be awhile before baby is big enough to realize we are leaving him/her behind. So we will go in that time when we don’t need to nurse so often before he/she is talking (translation: can make me feel bad).
I don’t know who else is out there is introducing a new one into an already thriving family, but if you are just know: I feel the same way, even though I know it’s all going to be alright. Even better than it was before!