I just ordered 2.5 lbs of green apple licorice sticks from www.candydirect.com...I have spent the last 2 weeks creating invitations, gluing coffee filters, folding and cutting tissue paper, soaking and scrubbing baby food jars, stringing banners, and creating party hats for the twins' first birthday party in 11 days. They actually don't turn 1 for another 16 days but we party early and hard 'round these parts. I've chosen a simple theme and am pretty excited about all the DIY crap I've made these last few nights. After this party, I'll add some pictures to satisfy your insatiable desire to see my handiwork.
(Here are some pics from the party! posted 2/22/13)
I know I'm not crafty. I have always been embarrassed of my lack of artistic ability and have shied away from crafty things since as far as I can remember. But in recent years I feel like I've been transforming into a new crafting creature. Most likely due to the internet, Pinterest and other shared ideas, I feel empowered to try new things and get crafty when it comes to my offspring and their birthday parties. It's sort of a sick addiction at this point...I've learned that simple is best, but I can't seem to say no to a good cheap idea, and I end up committing myself and others to these unnecessary tasks of gluing, cutting, and hanging. In the end we're all exhausted but still, I can't stop myself. (I have to add that getting crafty isn't so hard when your critics will be under the age of 6. How can I go wrong?)
When Luke turned 6 we gave him a "Pokemon" party, and I won't go into details but it was another scene of craftiness. And now, as the babies get ready to not be babies, we're at it again. But in my defense, I'm a stay at home mom. I'm a professional mother. I don't wake up and get dressed to go take over the world at 8am, I wake up and feed babies, help bring structure to my children's lives, and keep them safe and thriving intellectually, spiritually, physically, and emotionally. Right now, they're all I think about. They are my job. When Ryan comes home from work I tell him about my job, and he tells me about his. We are measured the same. He is as important to this equation as I am (so he says). For other moms, there are work deadlines, promotions, projects, and planning meetings to juggle. There are online classes, exams, and papers. There are degrees to earn and bills to pay. But for me, for now, my children are what it's all about. (Hokey pokey, step aside). So yes, I may go overboard on birthday parties. I may waste too much time deciding between the green apple gumballs or the green apple licorice sticks. But at the end of the day, at the end of this year, at the end of all the years, when Juliette finishes her first and last ballet class, and Luke grows another inch, and Jackson & Lincoln start walking/talking, and even graduate high school, I have to know I did my best as their professional mom, to give them a unique and special experience that only I could have provided them. Did I sing enough lullabies? Did I correct enough grammar? Was I silly and serious at the appropriate moments? Did I demand manners and respect? Did I show passion and creativity and warmth and love? Even in the little things? Even in the licorice sticks? I want to be able to say yes. Yes I did. And so my friends, for those reasons, we craft onward!