Last Saturday was supposed to be a disaster. My neighbor, Leah, called me at 7 AM. “Jamie, the venue canceled. The ‘Lightning McQueen’ rental car isn’t coming. Leo is four today and I have sixteen kids coming to the park in three hours. Help.” I didn’t even have my coffee yet. But as an Etsy…
Last Saturday morning, my neighbor Lindsay came over to my place looking like she’d just run a marathon—except she was just holding a lukewarm coffee and a very sticky toddler. Her daughter, Aria, is turning two next week, and Lindsay was spiraling. “Sarah, I can’t do a $400 venue. I can’t do a petting zoo….
Saturday morning. 7:15 AM. The coffee hasn’t even hit my bloodstream yet, and I’m in the backyard of our Columbus home dragging twenty-four cardboard boxes across the grass. Fourteen six-year-olds are arriving at 1 PM for my son Elliot’s birthday. We called it “Mission Control,” but honestly, at that moment, it looked like a recycling…
I learned my lesson about St. Patrick’s Day four years ago. I thought I’d be the “cool auntie” figure and buy one of those 0 green fog machines for Erica’s backyard party. It sounded great until the wind shifted, and instead of a “mystical Irish moor,” we just had ten kids coughing and my Corgi,…
# Donut Birthday Party Ideas: How I Pulled Off a “Donut Grow Up” Morning for 11 Toddlers (6 Total) I didn’t realize how much 11 two-year-olds could accomplish in 90 minutes until I saw my neighbor Lydia’s backyard covered in pink sprinkles last Saturday. We called it the “Donut Grow Up” party for her daughter…
Last month, my daughter Nora turned eight, and she made it very clear that she didn’t want another “cute” princess or tea party. She wanted a “rave.” At least, that’s what she called it. I spent about three hours on Pinterest looking at glow-in-the-dark setups, and honestly, most of them looked like they’d cost $500…
Biscuit was personally offended when he saw me packing a bag of catnip last Saturday. He followed me to the door, giving me that specific Corgi side-eye that usually means, “Where are you going, and why does it smell like herbs I’m not allowed to eat?” I had to explain to him that his best…
My dad turned 50 on a windy Saturday in late April, and I remember standing in his driveway at 4:12 p.m. with a roll of painter’s tape in one hand and a Costco sheet cake sliding around in the back seat. We were supposed to rent a private room at an Italian place. Then my…
I was taping pink plastic tablecloths to the side of a folding dessert table at 9:14 on a rainy Saturday when Ava’s little sister walked in wearing rain boots, a winter coat, and a plastic tiara that was already missing one jewel. She looked at the room, looked at me, and said, very seriously, “This…
Last Saturday, I learned that a three-year-old’s lung capacity is roughly equal to a 747 engine. Sam, my friend Courtney’s son, has officially entered the “everything must roar” phase of his life. If it doesn’t have scales, a tail, or the ability to swallow a jeep whole, he’s not interested. So, when Courtney asked me…
