Last Monday I attended my first ever Super Hero birthday party that was really a great playdate.
My grandlittle Asher turned four in January, and following in the footsteps of The Boy, he had multiple birthday events.
When he was growing up in the woods of Moreland, we had to give The Boy at least two - and sometimes three- birthday celebrations. He was born on June 3, which often fell on the last day of school. Friends would come home with him for an end of the year celebration complete with a pool party and cake.
On the weekend we’d have a family celebration. For some reason it usually wasn’t convenient for both sides of the family to attend so we’d often have a special dinner later in the week to honor his birth. His sister was easier; Jan. 8, an otherwise uneventful time of year, and a weekend birthday party was a piece of cake.
I arrived at the park that Monday morning. “This is our second celebration,” daughter in law Emily said. I assured her that was the norm in our family. The difference was Emily is way smarter than I at that age. She whipped up a batch of cupcakes, decorated them simply and had a back up batch in a baggie, with frosting waiting to be squirted on. A loaf of bread with a jar of peanut butter and jelly on the side provided half sandwiches for all the super heroes. I sat at a picnic table in the park making those sandwiches, admiring her simple solution and remembering how I had pulled out all the stops with two or three cakes, cleaning house over and over again to prepare for the next party.
I looked at the kids all dressed up in their costumes, having the time of their lives at the park with their little friends. They had as much fun as any of the kids attending my over the top tediously planned parties.
Emily is indeed, brilliant.
Besides the great plan for an easy party, the super hero theme was also a big winner. Emily had a bag full of capes and masks just in case a little showed up without such gear. Superman, Batman and Captain America dominated the park while an array of princesses and fairies climbed playground equipment and sailed gracefully down the slides.
Asher’s sister Briella, toddled up to me and grinned, huge, rainbow colored fairy wings sticking out on either side of her.
I loved watching the super heroes climb a bushy tree. So much so, I took pictures for Asher’s scrapbook. “Here comes the spy!” Superman announced, causing them all to scream and run from my camera, capes flying in the breeze.
If the laughter and smiles are any indication, this was a great party.
Phoebe Jo is next, and will turn one year on Feb. 29. Since we have no Feb. 29 this year, my daughter is deciding between a February and March birthday party. Of course, in this family, she may have to do both.
I wasn’t sure what to get for her, but I’m thinking a set of fairy wings and maybe a Cinderella costume would be great even if her mommy has to put it away until she grows into it. After all, she’s gotta get into the fun too.
Kathy Bohannon is a weekly contributor to the Newnan Times-Herald. Kathy can be reached at email@example.com