Eleven!
How is that possible? Honestly, a
minute ago she looked like this:
And in a blink of an eye, she became
this long-legged, chicken-and-horse-obsessed tweenish creature.
She slays me. One minute, she's still
my little peanut, hiding snakes in her tree house and dressing up chickens. The next moment, she's sneaking lip gloss into her bag for
school picture day.
(Just wait until Peter sees the bikini
she picked out for vacation—I fear Kristen may be locked in her
room until she's forty. And I nixed one that she really, really
wanted!)
To celebrate the big 11, we kicked off
the weekend (which is also the beginning of the kids' spring break)
with a sleepover/birthday party.
The theme?
Why, chickens, of course!
I thought about whether there should be a theme. These are, after all, tricky years. One day, a
themed birthday might be fine—or, if the hormones are running
rampant, it might cause utter and complete humiliation.
Still, knowing our girlie and her
ongoing chicken obsession, I decided to risk it. After all, I spent
the week stalking our local feed and seed store, calling for hourly
updates on the arrival of Kristen's new chick. It seemed appropriate
to center the birthday celebration around the chicks.
First, we were told the chicks would
arrive on Wednesday. Kristen was thrilled—she awaited the arrival
of her new Barred Plymouth Rock pullet with as much anticipation as
any expectant mother.
(I promised to pick her up from school
so she could select her new baby, then return her to school
afterwards. Her sweet teacher even allowed her to take a test a day
early so that she could leave school to meet her new peep.)
And much like a mother-to-be who is
sent home from the hospital with false labor, Kristen arrived home
from school extremely frustrated and disappointed.
The chicks were a no-show.
Thursday, same plan...
Nothing. No chicks.
Finally, Friday...the
chicks arrived! Of course, their arrival also coincided with
Michael's class Easter party, and I had volunteered to help hide
more than 350 eggs.
Daddy saved the day.
While I hid eggs and served
high-fructose corn syrup-laden treats to 6-year-olds, Peter and
Kristen raced to the store to meet her new baby:
Introducing Saltine!
(We plan to add two more chicks—Golden
Campines—which will hopefully arrive this week.)
While Kristen settled Saltine into her
new home, I finished preparations for the Peep Party.
Peep Cupcakes (How did we ever survive
without Pinterest?)
Peep shirts for the girls to decorate.
Treat bags featuring candy eggs,
chicken note cards, and other chicken-related silliness.
It was enough—but not too much. Being
a mom, it's in my nature to micromanage parties. BUT—now that my
girlie is older, the last thing 11-year-olds want is a mom lurking
over their shoulders too much.
We're lucky, because Kristen's friends
are really sweet, nice girls. And—I was amazed at their creativity.
Their artwork on the shirts was adorable!
As much as the girls are growing up, they were excited to have a nature scavenger hunt the next
morning. (Honestly, I had planned to blow it off, but they asked to
do it.) One of the girls even asked if I'd print out a copy of the
items so that she could take her sisters on a scavenger hunt when she
went home.
I love when kids are excited about
nature!
The friend party and the family party
are done, we're midway through Spring Break week, and guess what I'm
doing?
I'm once again, stalking the feed and
seed store, waiting for word...
...that the peeps have landed.
Stay tuned...
XO ~
Julie
Oh Julie, what a cute party!! Love the cupcakes and decorating t-shirts, super!!! And you are right, what would we do without Pinterest? Have been looking at stuff for a wedding.
ReplyDeleteSaltine is a cutie.
Lovely birthday party! Your daughter is really sweet girl! Her friends should have had a wonderful day! Nice T-shirt!
ReplyDeleteThe last time i saw chick outside with mother hen was many years ago!