I remember June 14, 2025, because my living room in Logan Square looked like a tsunami hit a glitter factory. My twin, Maya, was turning five, and her only demand was a shark party. Not just any shark. That yellow, singing, slightly annoying shark. I had exactly $50 in my “fun fund” left after the…
My kitchen floor currently looks like a glitter bomb went off in a candy factory, and honestly, that is just a typical Tuesday in this house. Last March, specifically on the 14th, I was deep in the trenches of planning Lucy’s 7th birthday. She wanted “fancy tea but with smashing things,” which is basically the…
My ears are still ringing from the Great Kazoo Symphony of 2024, a night where 22 five-year-olds descended upon my small Chicago bungalow like a glittery, high-pitched swarm of locusts. It was March 15th, a Tuesday of all days, because my twins Aria and Leo insisted their birthday sleepover happen exactly on their birth date….
I stood in the middle of my Houston classroom on March 14, 2025, surrounded by 21 six-year-olds who were vibrating with the kind of energy only sugar and Pi Day can produce. My student, Leo, had just dropped a heavy glob of pink frosting onto his mother’s beige suede boots. I did not reach for…
I stood in the middle of my kitchen last October, surrounded by sixteen brown paper bags and a pile of plastic acorns that looked suspiciously like something a squirrel would actually choke on. My daughter, Maya, was turning four. I had decided—in a moment of pure, unadulterated hubris—that I could pull off a woodland-themed bash…
Mueller on a Saturday morning feels like a tactical operation, especially when you are three espresso shots deep and hunting for the perfect shade of “stealth black” cardstock at the H-E-B. My nephew Leo turned five last March, and he decided—with the absolute authority only a preschooler possesses—that his birthday had to be a “Neon…
My kitchen floor in Atlanta looked like a Smurf had exploded on it. It was March 14, 2024, and I was trying to figure out how to make a bluey cake topper for kids using nothing but blue fondant and a prayer. I’m Marcus. I’m a single dad who occasionally forgets that I can’t actually…
My kitchen table looked like a crime scene involving a rainbow and a very angry stapler on February 20th, 2025. I was three weeks out from my son Leo’s 7th birthday, and as a single dad in Atlanta who usually struggles to match socks, I decided I was going to DIY the headwear. Big mistake….
Hey GINYOU Party Peeps! Carmen Walsh here, from sunny San Antonio! Oh my goodness, you guys, I need some serious help! My sweet Alice, who just turned 6 (can you believe she survived kindergarten?! We just looked at some of the awesome tips from the Baby Shark Party Alice Survived Kindergartner Tips post the other…
My kitchen floor still has a faint red juice stain from Leo’s second birthday party, a permanent reminder of the day I learned that a cheap paper plate is no match for a determined toddler and a slice of watermelon. We were living in that tiny rental in Beaverton back then, and I had exactly…
