|Waiting patiently for pizza.|
Since the uncles missed it, they decided they would throw a birthday party for the girls this weekend, and DP messaged all the parents from Cancun. Ok, so we were having a party at our house. Fine. Problem is, we didn't have a birthday party for the boys. Hell, I don't even buy the kids presents for their birthdays, and until recently, didn't go to their parties. Gigi and Ramses will tell you, "Aunty does so much for us on a regular basis that she doesn't need to buy us presents." (I brainwashed them.) These days I have to because I take Claire, but if DP can then I jump at the chance to bail. It's not that I don't care about birthdays, but despite the fact that I love my nieces and nephews, I'm just not much of a kid person. And I pretty much loathe kid-friendly places like Chuck E. Cheese's.
I also need to add, before you people start being appalled about my lack of enthusiasm for birthdays, that my 3 nephews have birthdays within a month of each other (around Christmas, double suck) and 2 nieces who have birthdays within 4 days of each other! I'm not a Grinch, I'm just poor.
But DP convinced me, so we had a birthday party. With a piñata.
It was chaotic and, even though the piñata was hung and smashed at a neighbourhood park, the tissue paper and candy wrapper remnants are all over my house. DP grilled up some turkey dogs and they had cupcakes before we took them all home. The kids had a blast so we can just vacuum later. No biggie.