Max's ninth birthday party was last weekend, and I have gone straight from that into crunch-time for Dance Costumes 2014, not to mention the final countdown to Into the Woods auditions. Adrian took the boys out for the day today, which finally gave me some time to sort and edit photos....anyway, that's not the excuse for not blogging about the party yet. The real reason is...big events like this, parties or shows or whatever, they just take all of my creative energy (not to mention my spare time), and it turns out blogging doesn't take a back seat when I'm in the throes of big creative projects. Blogging gets left home alone. Without a babysitter.
Anyway. The theme of the party was International Secret Agent. We were inspired by Max's current love of geography and world cultures, and it was actually really awesome to incorporate party planning into homeschooling, and learning into partying.
Not long ago, I mentioned that one of the things a really like about myself is my hair. I cut my hair really short about a month after Milo was born, and have worn it in some variation of the faux-hawk/swoop ever since, about four years now.
Max's ninth birthday is looming large, and the celebration promises to be.....well, let's just say he's once again raised the bar (while, surprisingly, kinda repeating a theme). It's made me hella anxious that I haven't yet blogged about his party from two YEARS ago. Yes, I realize that blogging about a party that happened two years ago is hugely unimportant. But in the interest of falling asleep tonight, imma doooit.
First of all, I want to thank everyone for the feedback on my post from earlier today, here on the blog and on Facebook and in private messages. My cousin, Colleen, made an interesting point that " [T]he internet is ruining parenting. Everyone seems to be doing it better. Everyone has an opinion on how you should be doing this. No stranger emailed our mothers and told them when they were doing something wrong, or failing us. They sorted it out." She's right, but it's also right that I feel better for having reached out and heard from so many people that I'm NOT doing it wrong, that parents ALL have these issues. I didn't find an answer, but I found support, and that's better. Well, kinda.
For his next meal, Max decided to try another recipe from the "Feed Your Small World" cookbook, the somewhat ridiculously named "Cheddar Cheese-tastic Soup." He was not convinced that soup would be enough of a meal, so he also wanted to make salad with grilled chicken. He's been talking about "inventing" his own spice rub for awhile now, so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity for him to give that a try. And, being Max, he also wanted another shot at making baguettes.