I swore that I would not be one of those parents. I’m sure you’ve seen them. They rent a giant air walk contraption for their son’s second birthday and put it in the middle of the cul-de-sac because the whole neighborhood is invited to the party anyway.
My children were going to be normal. Their birthday cakes should come from Publix. Seriously, who buys a rolled fondant cake for a child’s first birthday? And the party? Family members only. That was the plan.
And then things started to spiral. I thought of the cutest idea for a birthday cake (no fondant necessary). Which of course means, I have to make it, because the ladies at Publix don’t do custom orders. (At least not for the price I want to pay.) And then I found the matching napkins.
It’s a disease. I think it must be contagious. Someone needs to stop me before I jump off the deep end. Because I’m already thinking that she needs a new outfit to match her cake. And we really need some matching decorations too, like streamers and centerpieces. And party favors. And pointy hats for everyone. Shouldn’t I get a birthday tiara for her?