William's 4th birthday party is this weekend. He's in two different classes during the week at school and I invited both. That's a total of 28 kids. Plus the siblings and parents that come along. Then there are our core group of good friends that are a part of our family and then of course our family family. Right now the number is at 52, that's if everyone who RSVP'd yes comes. And that doesn't include the 21 people who chose not to RSVP but may come anyway. So, I'm calling this William's Sweet Four party. No need to wait until he's 16, we're blowing this mother out now. For William's Sweet Four party we're rocking the neighborhood with Kidz Bob 18, a double waterslide, jeeps, play structure, big trampoline, and bikes. I'm making a shitload of homemade cupcakes and frosting. We're ordering Costco pizza (a bit ghetto but c'mon), Nana's potato salad, Auntie Jen's green salad, and an enormous plate of fruit kids can grab with their hands and run. I don't do goody bags, I think I'm the only one I know of who doesn't. The housecleaner came today, I made 3 double batches of frosting this morning, and all the fruit has been purchased. Tomorrow is cupcake day and tomorrow night I expect that my mother-in-law and I will sit and frost them all.
I love having a house full. I love having a backyard full. But seriously, this is out of control. He's four. FOUR. I think it's awesome that people want to come play here and want to help him celebrate and I am really looking forward to William's Sweet Four party.
FYI, it's the only time you'll see a preposition used at the end of a sentence in this blog.
I think you're nuts I can't imagine all those people in my house. I second the no goody bag sitch. It's all crap. We did something cool for Zack's last party but I can't remember what it was. It clearly made an impression on me.
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