While looking through party snack themes, I stumbled upon a few sites with tips for throwing a Peppa Pig party. My kids are too old for Peppa Pig, but I was thinking if I had to provide snacks for that party I’d bring pork rinds and bacon strips.
What do you want for your birthday, son?
Instead of a gift for me, I want to give it to someone else.
Wow! That’s very charitable of you! Who would you like to give a gift to?
Oh… uh… so what do you want to give the cat?
I would like you to order this hat for the cat to wear all day on my birthday.
This past weekend, my child was invited to a birthday party at an indoor play center. These centers are great, especially in places like Sweden where we don’t always have the option to play outside weather-wise.
Today is my last day in my 30s. My husband is whisking me off on a surprise trip today for my 40th birthday, which takes place tomorrow. I’m setting up some posts for the next few days, but I won’t be able to say where I’ve been until next week when we return. I don’t find out where I’m going today until we get to the airport. I did the same for him last year on his 40th. (We went to Sicily.)
The big question is…… coat or no coat? Hmmm……..
A bit unfortunate my birthday is in March…. in Europe..
My oldest son had his 10th birthday this week. I told him he could have anything he wanted for dinner, so he chose – Blood Pudding.
Blood Pudding? You know, an American kid would have chosen an Oreo pie covered in ice cream. Blood pudding?
In my 14 years in Sweden, I had managed to avoid blood pudding. But it was my son’s birthday wish, so yes, I ate the blood pudding.
Verdict – … interesting.
I’m taking my husband and kids on a surprise trip today to celebrate my husband’s 40th birthday. He knows he is going on a trip but has no idea where. He will find out when we get to the airport. If I had my way, I’d put a blindfold and ear plugs on him and make him guess where he was after the plane arrives at it’s destination, but I have a feeling security might frown on that.
I did blindfold him once on his birthday in the car for almost an hour while I took him somewhere in Texas (Jet-skiing and mini-golf near the beach). But I admit I was a little concerned about being pulled over and having to explain that. “It’s for his birthday officers, really! I promise I didn’t kidnap a Swede to force him to make me meatballs!”
Of course my kids are wrapped up in this too since they are going along. They are quite mad at me for not telling them where we are going, but I can’t trust them. They’ve already let out such important secrets as, “Johnny’s mom doesn’t have a butt.” and “Erik went to Mars last week, but don’t tell his parents.”
Poor kids though. Even when they get to the airport, their geography is so bad that they still won’t know where they’re going. haha! Sorry, that was mean. I’m not an awful parent. I actually packed a map to show them, but I’m pretty sure all they are concerned with is if the place has a pool.
Today is my birthday. I’m 39 years old. I have one more year to check off the boxes on forms that say 30-39.
Goals for age 39:
1. Get carded at least 3 times at the liquor store. C’mon… I can still get away with it, right?
2. Continue to ignore getting a cholesterol test so I may continue eating nachos throughout the year.
3. Add more video games and movies to my daily routine.
I’m offline now. Time to drink champagne, eat chocolates and be completely irresponsible.
On one of our Texas trips, we were invited to a 3 year old’s birthday party. This party was being held by the cowboy who lives across the way. There was a bonfire, beer and music. I didn’t see much of the 3 year old. We left when it got rowdy. During the night we heard a few police cars. Turns out someone got stabbed and someone else ran off to hide in the woods.
Typical toddler birthday in East Texas.
Just checked Amazon’s “Gift Ideas for Grandma” section. They suggest the Millenium book series. I’m not really sure that’s the right choice for most of the grandmothers I know.