My daughter Maya turned nine on April 12, 2025, and I still have purple circles stuck in the cracks of my hardwood floors in Denver. We went all-in on the Madrigal family theme, but finding the best confetti for encanto party magic proved to be a bigger challenge than getting Bruno to talk. Most parents…
Pink is currently the primary color of my life, my rug, and probably my soul. Last Tuesday, while the rain hammered against our kitchen window here in suburban Portland, I found myself surrounded by three shades of crepe paper, two decapitated fashion dolls, and a 4-year-old who was currently “helping” by sticking googly eyes onto…
Chicago humidity in July feels like a soggy wool blanket wrapped around your head. My twins, Leo and Maya, turned eight last Monday, July 14th, and they decided their shared birthday theme had to be “Vintage Grand Prix.” I had exactly $72 left in the “fun fund” to feed 18 kids and decorate our small…
My kitchen smelled like damp sneakers and industrial-strength vanilla frosting on October 12, 2023, while I wrestled with a stubborn transformers tablecloth that refused to stay put on our scratched-up oak table. We were ninety minutes away from Sam’s fifth birthday party, and I was currently losing a battle against static electricity and a draft…
I am still finding tiny iridescent plastic scales in the cracks of my dark hardwood floors six months after Sophie’s big eighth birthday bash. It was June 12, 2024, and the Portland rain decided to dump three inches on our suburban backyard, forcing eight high-energy girls into my living room for an “under the sea”…
My kitchen table disappeared under a mountain of iridescent cellophane and silk hydrangea petals last June 12, 2025, while I frantically prepped for Maya and Leo’s tenth birthday. Twenty-two ten-year-olds were descending on our small Chicago backyard in three hours, and I had exactly seventy-two dollars to make it look like a woodland realm. The…
April 12, 2025, hit me like a bag of wet laundry. Houston humidity doesn’t care if you are hosting ten 11-year-olds for a birthday bash in a suburban backyard. My daughter, Lily, decided she was “over” unicorns but still “obsessed” with color. We settled on a spectrum theme. I had exactly $53 left in the…
Houston humidity does things to cardstock that no elementary school teacher should have to witness. Last January 12th, I sat at my kitchen table surrounded by half-eaten breakfast tacos and thirteen individual piles of plastic bricks. My son, Leo, had just turned nine. We survived the party, but the aftermath of a Lego-themed bash is…
I spent three hours on the kitchen floor last July sorting through tiny plastic sheriff badges for my son Leo’s cowboy birthday treat bags. It was July 12, 2025. Denver was hitting a record 98 degrees. The air conditioner hummed. I sat there with a spreadsheet and a magnifying glass. My wife think’s I’m obsessed….
My daughter Maya turned nine on April 12, 2025, and suddenly my living room in Denver looked like a Sanrio warehouse had experienced a structural failure. Being a dad who obsesses over safety data sheets and consumer reports, I didn’t just want a “cute” party. I wanted a setup that wouldn’t leach phthalates into the…
