Last March my friend Jen texted me at 9 PM on a Tuesday. “Max wants a Lego party. His birthday is in three weeks. I don’t know where to start.” I was on the couch with Biscuit asleep on my feet and a glass of wine in my hand, so naturally I said yes before…
My neighbor called me the week before her son’s birthday and said, “He wants a ninja party but I have no idea what that means.” I told her: obstacle course in the garage, black everything, each kid gets a ninja headband. That’s basically the whole plan. Total budget came in at $91 for 14 kids….
My friend Lisa texted me in February: "Can you help me figure out a baseball birthday party? Tyler won’t stop talking about it." Tyler was turning six. Lisa had a backyard, a vague idea about T-ball, and $82 to spend. I said yes before she finished the sentence. Here’s exactly what we did, what it…
Nora decided her 8th birthday had to be a “Tropical Luau,” which is a tall order when you live in a Cincinnati suburb where the closest thing to a beach is a neighbor’s above-ground pool. But as an Etsy seller and a mom of three, I’ve learned that you don’t need a flight to Maui…
Last month, my son Elliot decided he didn’t want a “normal” birthday. He wanted a “Shark Attack” party. As a parent who spends way too much time reading CPSC recall notices and checking the weight limits on backyard slides, my first thought was: How do I make a bunch of five-year-olds act like apex predators…
Three days. That’s all the time I had when my neighbor, Hannah, showed up at my front door with that look of pure, unadulterated parental panic. You know the one—the “my daughter’s birthday venue just cancelled and I’m about to ruin her life” look. Her original plan for Maya’s 7th birthday (a fancy indoor gymnastics…
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,…
