Robee's Birthday Party (a bit late)

Due to the problem (see previous post) of NOT having Robee in August, I instead had him on September 2nd, 1999. This lends itself to two problems: his birthday collides with both Labor Day and the first day of school. Every year. It's a pain.

So we decided to have his great homemade birthday cake on his birthday but postpone his party until school began and Labor Day weekend ended. Robee wanted a Sonic cake but homemade. This was a blast to make actually and we had a great time eating the leftover frosting! I didn't get the nickname "Lardbutt" at WSU for nothing you know! I'm a frosting QUEEN!

The date? September 18.

The place? Woodenville Fishing Ponds.

The response? "Awwwww ..... that sounds lame. Everybody wants to go roller skating. Or bowling."

The other response? "Trust me and Dad. This will be the coolest party ever."

The outcome? You guessed it. The coolest party ever.

Boys.

So we planned on driving two cars since my new car doesn't handle more than five people (which is a blessing really) and there were nine boys planning to go. However, Jack and Sam (the twins), Reilly, Jake and Robee were the only boys actually going. So I shoved four boys in the back and one in front with me (Thomas, the skunk, took Felix in his car because he said "you're so much better at this than me") and off we went on a 50 minute drive to the fishing ponds.



Have you EVER rode in a car with five boys? Five boys (two of whom are twins) who are farting, burping, punching, talking about AND punching penises, butts, boogers, and whatever else comes to their minds? Have you??

Excedrin really helps.



And there are those women out there who are going to say "Oh how you will MISS those days when they're gone (those women who's kids are all grown) so enjoy the farts!!" but I say to that, "Whatever." Right now? During the drive? It's total gross chaos. Afterwards (like now) it's funny to remember. But honestly, I'm not really sure I will miss the smell of five boys farting in my car. Pretty sure about that one. Honest.

I brought a Polaroid with me and each boy got a picture of their catch. From left to right: Sam, Reilly, Jack, Robee, Jake. As a side note: all parents should have a polaroid for parties. These kids LOVE watching pics come right out of the camera. Some of them have never even seen a polaroid before. Funny.

They did have a good time and Robee was the hit of the day.

And in the end, that's all I wanted for Robee's birthday: a memorable day for him so he will smile when HE'S all grown up.