A Very Merry Mickey Birthday Party

So now that G will be turning 2 next week (where did the time go??) I thought it time to finally finish my post about his last party before we have another one.

Even though G turned a year old last February, we decided to wait until April to have his party. We had a few reasons for this, one of them being that we wanted him to be a little closer to his developmental year mark. Another was that February is a very busy birthday month for our friends and April was better for being outside.

When we moved into our new house we decided we should have a BBQ get together as a type of house warming after G was born and before I went back to work. Him coming early threw those plans off a bit as our pediatrician recommended we keep G away from other kids until he had all his vaccines and then to be careful after that. So we put it off, thinking we would do it in the fall. Well, that didn’t work out either so I decided that we would just have a big BBQ/Birthday Bash all in one.

So on to the party!

I had started planning G’s party months before… I’m a little overzealous like that. I went with the classic red, black, and yellow Mickey Mouse theme. Of course I left all the actual work until the last minute (I’m an artful procrastinator) but it came out great. The decorations and treats are best shown so here are a few pictures!

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Pardon the flash mark on the poster. Didn’t have time to move the tripod around to get flash-less pictures of everything.

Close-up of the console table.

Close-up of the console table. Shutterfly book of G’s first year, a Mickey, a properly attired “G,” an 8×10 of his invitation photo, and a picture of him at a few weeks old.

G's smash cake - made by yours truly!

G’s smash cake – made by yours truly!

Mint chocolate dipped Oreo Mickeys. I’m drooling just thinking about them. They were delicious. We had a dark chocolate (non-minty) version too.

Mickey Cupcakes… thanks to Pinterest! I’m pretty sure no one ate them. They thought they were for show. That’s ok. They looked pretty and I sent the rest of them to work with Hubby where they were a big hit.

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Oreo truffles made by Sister. We also had chocolate dipped pretzels. They didn’t come out as pretty as we hoped but they were still tasty.




We had Mickey goody bags with all sorts of fun things in them like bubbles, a curly straw, stickers, some candy (of course), and a few other goodies. For the babies that came I had found some soft Mickey and Minnie blankie babies. They were so cute! I also made party hats even though most of the kids didn’t wear them. G was not interested in his much at all.

Case in point. He's trying to pull his hat off.

Case in point. He’s trying to pull his hat off.

I will leave you now with a few more pictures of the fun!

I joined in the theme with a Mickey shirt and my own Mickey ears.

I joined in the theme with a Mickey shirt and my own Mickey ears.

The Mickey head on the cake was made with an edible modeling "dough." It did not taste delicious but G tried it several times before he finally decided it wasn't tasty.

The Mickey head on the cake was made with an edible modeling “dough.” It did not taste delicious but G tried it several times before he finally decided it wasn’t tasty.

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Hopefully I’ll manage to get pictures up of G’s second party faster… but with Baby Sister coming I can’t promise anything so don’t get your hopes up.

To my non-parent friends: A word of warning.

Being a mom is the greatest thing I’ve done. It’s better than graduating college or getting my CKD or anything else I can think of. It’s a demanding job but infinitely rewarding. I would do it all again in a heartbeat. Well, technically I am doing it all again soon but you know what I mean.

But the thing about being a parent is that you have to make sacrifices. Forever. Because once you have children they never really go away. Just ask my parents. All three of us left and then moved back in at one point or another. And because they love us, they didn’t laugh at us hysterically when we asked if our old rooms were still available.

But the first few years probably come with the most concessions and changes to your once child-free existence. So I’m giving you a list of things to cherish now, while you can.

1) Sleep
I know that might sound like a no brainer but I’m serious. Those all-nighters and late nights/early mornings because you went out and partied? You will wish you had slept. Because once you have kids you will be in a sleep deficit for years to come. And for us ladies it starts roughly 6 months before the baby even shows up in your house. Yippee. Now I’m not saying you’ll never get a good night’s sleep, I’m just saying your definition of a good night’s sleep will change.

2) Hot Food
What witchcraft these children use to deduce the exact second you’re about to sit down and eat anything I cannot fathom. I cannot tell you how many times G has woken up crying the literal second the microwave beeps or I set my plate down and pick up my fork. It’s uncanny. And even if you’re fast about going to get said crying child the original heat of your food will have dissipated and you’ll be stuck with eating lukewarm or rewarmed chicken or pasta. Fun times.

3) Not Sharing
Have a cookie? A chip? A piece of candy? Anything remotely delicious? Well, hope you have more than one. Because once they start eating, they want what you have. As long as it’s not broccoli. You can keep that. Oh, and if they have one of their own? Too bad, they still want yours too.

4) Nice Things
Now, I’ve been in houses where this is not true. Maybe they lock up their children. Or don’t let them into the living room. Or maybe they have children who don’t choose to use the couch as a chalkboard. But more than likely they just spend their time cleaning up after the small tornadoes that spend most of their waking hours making a hellacious mess. Most of the time I make the decision to limit my energy in that area as I know the next day will bring the same mess. So my house looks like a disaster zone 97% of the time. The other 3% is when company is coming over and I’ve jammed everything in a closet and swiped a dustrag across a few surfaces. If we ever move again, our new house WILL have a playroom. A room dedicated solely to the massive accumulation of junk that comes with children. If it’s a two-story, then it will require two. One for each level. Don’t laugh. I’m serious.

5) Constant Terror
Depending on your significant other’s profession you might suffer from this now, even before small people take over your life. But having children amplifies this worry and anxiety and may cause you to want to develop agoraphobia. Having children makes you worry about everything. Everything in the news freaks you out, because it WILL happen to you and your family! You worry about something happening to you, to your spouse, and worse, to your child. I worried before (I’m a professional worrier) but it was nothing compared to now.

6) Sitting for any length of time
Whatever knack children have for knowing when you are planning to sit down and eat is apparently the same one they employ to know the exact moment you become comfortable when sitting and relaxing. Then they will need a drink. Or a snack. Or want “up.” Or they will be getting into something they are not supposed to be getting into. When they are teeny tiny you can at least have them with you so the getting up is less frequent. But when they become walkers and talkers? Well, make sure you don’t expect to get comfortable for long.


Now, please understand, even if I have to get up 42 times in an hour to get a cup or help him get unstuck or keep him out of the trash or pantry or cabinets, it’s all worth it. Because his little face lights up when he climbs up on my lap. And hearing his sweet voice say “mommy” through the monitor as he calls for me melts my heart. And in the middle of the night, when I’m dead tired and really want to stay asleep, his little warm body melding to mine as I comfort his cries and he falls asleep in my arms… well, those moments are so precious and gone so quickly. He may be my son forever but he’ll only be my baby for a very short time. I can’t believe 2 years have passed since he showed up so unexpectedly. I can’t believe that he will grow more and more independent and won’t want to kiss and hug mommy anymore. He won’t care about having mommy reach back in the car and “hug” him in his seat. He won’t want “up” all the time and be so content to sit on my hip. So if I have to make dinner one handed or rewarm my dinner a few (dozen) times, then oh well. Because cold chicken is nothing compared to these days flying by so quickly. So while you should be prepared for the sacrifices and compromises you will have to make, understand that the reward for those sacrifices far outweighs a few sleepless nights and crayon on your couch.