Bear's 13th Birthday Shopping Extravaganza was an unqualified success. The party posse traveled from store to store in a cloud of teenaged materialistic giddiness. Favorite quotes from the day:
"Look at this purse ... the fabric reminds me of a dead fish. (*pause*) I LIKE IT."
"Wow. I can't believe I just spent $40 and only got two t-shirts. Money sure goes fast." -Try getting a mortgage, sweetie.
"No way am I spending my money on underwear. That's why I have a mom."
"Is this a thong or an eyepatch?"
(After listening to my BF and I rap out a raucous version of "Busta Move" along with the Glee soundtrack as we drove to the mall): "Well. That just wasn't weird at all."
(All identities except Bear and BF's daughter concealed due to not being sure if their parents know I have a blog and to avoid any potential PTA meeting weirdness if they find out I do by stumbling across photos I've posted of their kid. Plus I'm amused by the whole "several of these people have entered The Witness Protection Party as a result of this party" vibe).
For Bear's birthday cookie, I found this crazy candle online. It starts off by looking like a closed-up flower (sort of lotus-y?). When you light it, it shoots off pyrotechnics about ten inches into the air, then slowly opens into what you see here, all the while spinning and playing "Happy Birthday." Then, in a sort of grand finale, when Bear blew out the candles, it set off the smoke alarm (We upgraded to hardwired smoke alarms during the remodel that all "talk" to each other, so that when one goes off it triggers a whole houseful of bleating/beeping/honking Sweet Jesus, is a flock of Canadian geese flying through my BRAIN? kind of bedlam). Add to that: overreactive adolescent shrieking, my husband loudly wondering how to shut the damn things off, and two thoroughly panicked cats darting around assuming it's the Apocalypse. Stir and serve chilled over ice with a Motrin garnish.
Two days later on her actual birthday, when given the options of going out to lunch or to the movies, Bear said, "I really just want a lazy day at home." She spent the rest of the day curled up on the couch with her new quilt from Grandma and a stack of new books. If her maternity had ever been in doubt, I'd say that pretty much clinches that she's my kid.
Two days later on her actual birthday, when given the options of going out to lunch or to the movies, Bear said, "I really just want a lazy day at home." She spent the rest of the day curled up on the couch with her new quilt from Grandma and a stack of new books. If her maternity had ever been in doubt, I'd say that pretty much clinches that she's my kid.
Happy 13th Birthday, Bear!
8 comments:
So glad that the party was a huge success.
It sounds like a great birthday!
Looks like it was a great birthday (glad you survived it too!)
Glad she had a great birthday!
My husband saw a little girl the other day riding her bike, but she stopped at a park bench, got off and sat down to read her book. He thought to himself that must have been just like me, when I was a kid. It was.
Yay for surviving the party and all the girls having a great time. And double yay for Bear and her new books. Love Sarah Dessen.
Also, thank for the giggle. I couldn't help but snicked reading the bit about the smoke detectors going off.
Hooray! Lavender Bear finally got shown in one of your posts. Is Pete the Prairie Dog next? I missed sharing Bear's birthday with her this year. I'm not any too keen on how quickly my granddaugters are growing up! I remember how good it felt to hold Bear when she was a newborn. She'll always be my grandbaby...no matter how old she gets.
That is a raging success! Way to make your daughter's day special:)
Can I just tell you how jealous I am that I never thought up a shopping party? I grew up on the southern tip of Maine, so while I had access to a smallish (rather crappy) mall, a trip up to Portland for shopping would have been amazing. I don't think my parents would have ever gone for it, though.
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