Finally! A GOOD party!
So, you all know how I feel about parties not held in padded rooms.
This weekend, I had another "yard party". Needless to say, my stress levels were high.
However, this one pleasantly surprised me.
First off, one positive was that it was about three minutes away from my house. Hey, we could have walked, but NO ONE does that in Long Island. One point for location!
Arrived and there was a huge dj set up. Meg liked the music. One point for the dj!
We enter the yard and I immediately notice, in a way a mom only could, that it's a kid friendly yard! It's totally flat and mostly grass, it's got a huge fence around it, there are tables set up with rounded edges, there are tents to block out the sun......and I am thinking "this could actually be a good party!".
After learning from some past experiences, I was armed with balls, bubbles, dolls, cheerios, sippy cups, and crayons. Meg played very nicely with her cousins and I actually had a few cocktails that were located conveniently near by.
Just after I started relaxing....the food came out. The sister in law cut up a hot dog for Meg. I stopped her and heck I wasn't hiding it anymore! I simply told her "thank you but Meg can't have any because they are choking hazards and make me nervous." I was proud of myself for about two seconds until Meg saw her cousin eating it and insisted on eating some too.
I had to concede but not before I doctored this hot dog until almost unrecognizable.
Skin was peeled off, and it was chopped into tiny bits.
After the first crisis was over, we didn't hit another one until she began eating ice out of the beer cooler. Again, I panicked, tried to stop her but she really let me have it. So, I had two choices:
1--let her tantrum and let everyone else see or
2--throw some caution to the wind and just let her eat the ice.
I mean, it was keeping her busy and could you really even choke on ice? Wouldn't it just melt? If someone knows if ice is a choking hazard, please let me know.
jennmcauliffe@aol.com
Anyway, there was one table with a pointed edge and Meg found it and bumped into it once, cried a bit, but got over it and then it was smooth sailing. I got to dance and drink, she got to play and run around. We got home late, she went right to bed, and as I hopped into shower to wash the summer day and night off of me, I didn't even mind that the only apparatus in the shower to use as a wash cloth --was a bath bunny puppet.
This weekend, I had another "yard party". Needless to say, my stress levels were high.
However, this one pleasantly surprised me.
First off, one positive was that it was about three minutes away from my house. Hey, we could have walked, but NO ONE does that in Long Island. One point for location!
Arrived and there was a huge dj set up. Meg liked the music. One point for the dj!
We enter the yard and I immediately notice, in a way a mom only could, that it's a kid friendly yard! It's totally flat and mostly grass, it's got a huge fence around it, there are tables set up with rounded edges, there are tents to block out the sun......and I am thinking "this could actually be a good party!".
After learning from some past experiences, I was armed with balls, bubbles, dolls, cheerios, sippy cups, and crayons. Meg played very nicely with her cousins and I actually had a few cocktails that were located conveniently near by.
Just after I started relaxing....the food came out. The sister in law cut up a hot dog for Meg. I stopped her and heck I wasn't hiding it anymore! I simply told her "thank you but Meg can't have any because they are choking hazards and make me nervous." I was proud of myself for about two seconds until Meg saw her cousin eating it and insisted on eating some too.
I had to concede but not before I doctored this hot dog until almost unrecognizable.
Skin was peeled off, and it was chopped into tiny bits.
After the first crisis was over, we didn't hit another one until she began eating ice out of the beer cooler. Again, I panicked, tried to stop her but she really let me have it. So, I had two choices:
1--let her tantrum and let everyone else see or
2--throw some caution to the wind and just let her eat the ice.
I mean, it was keeping her busy and could you really even choke on ice? Wouldn't it just melt? If someone knows if ice is a choking hazard, please let me know.
jennmcauliffe@aol.com
Anyway, there was one table with a pointed edge and Meg found it and bumped into it once, cried a bit, but got over it and then it was smooth sailing. I got to dance and drink, she got to play and run around. We got home late, she went right to bed, and as I hopped into shower to wash the summer day and night off of me, I didn't even mind that the only apparatus in the shower to use as a wash cloth --was a bath bunny puppet.
posted by Jennifer at 1:15 PM
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