EMS - Childhood Memory Deprivation
I read the post. It seemed to have good tips.
But in all honesty, I don't really know.
Because I'm an Evil Mom.
And as an Evil Mom affiliated with the Evil Mom Society, I don't do birthday parties for my boys.
I've even got the merit badge to prove it!
I dunno. I guess I don't do parties for many reasons.
1. I'm lazy.
2. I hate 90% of other people's children (not all of them) and being stuck entertaining/feeding them for a few hours sounds like hell on earth. And more often than not with today's PC rules for handing out invitations, you get stuck having to invite EVERYONE in the class as not to leave anyone out. Ugh. What's worse than not being invited to a birthday party? The pity/obligatory invite.
3. I'm cheap.
I never got birthday parties when I was growing up, and other than now depriving my own children of them, I turned out OK.
Actually there was one year (and maybe I've blogged about this before--so I apologize if it's repetitive), that it was a few weeks before my birthday and I noticed my mom had written on the grocery shopping list:
I was like, "OMG* my parents are throwing me a surprise party!"
My birthday came and went with the usual fanfare.
I came to find out later that "party hats" was what my parents called condoms.
Now THAT'S an awesome childhood memory!
*If we had said "OMG" in the 80s