I’ve been struck by kids’ birthday madness.
That’s what I realized as I was making a cake and frosting from scratch today even though I know my kids probably appreciate the store-bought variety more.
And as I was scouring Pinterest looking for construction-related activities for partygoers under 5, and envying the kind of theme materials that can come from dollar stores in America.
On a quick aside, does Pinterest make anyone else just feel tired? Maybe it’s just me.
I also knew I was going plum loco as I stood dipping strips of scratch paper into ice cold flour/water mix and sticking them on a form I’m hoping somewhat resembles a truck pinata (or a bus, or a truck, or maybe a bus?) and then blow drying it in my spare moments to make sure it’s ready to decorate tomorrow. (Notice I’m not posting a picture, the truck/bus is that bad).
Yes, it’s diagnosable form of insanity.
I’m not sure what the cure is, but if you have one I would love to hear.
They say love is blind, but I’ll take it a step further. I’d say in some instances, it’s just plain nuts.
Here’s to my soon-to-be 3 year old boy. Love you, little Gofish.