Ruthie had her third birthday party yesterday. If you were hoping for gorgeous pictures of Martha Stewart-worthy handmade decorations and a charming theme like, “Voyage to Paris,” well . . . . sorry. I think I must be the least crafty girl on the planet. When I was in high school, my 12 year old sister accused me of making people’s birthdays worse with my abysmal “happy birthday” posters. I was forced to agree.
We were able to rent a bouncy house and my cousin, who bakes delicious treats, made her a cake. We were very pleased with both.
As I mentioned in this post, Ruthie had thrown up two days before her party. I had been hoping against hope it was an isolated incident and not a stomach virus, but in keeping with Murphy’s Law, she threw up again the night before her party. I had invited a bunch of little friends for Ruthie to have at her party and play in the bouncy house with. I felt it was proper mommy etiquette to text them all and inform them that Ruthie had thrown up again. Quite understandably, they all decided not to be in attendance after all. Who could blame them? Taking care of kids sick with the stomach virus is hell (so much vomit and diarrhea!) I was so disappointed, though. It felt like we were on a ship that had to fly the “Black Plague on board” flag the same day a yacht party was planned.
I knew that my family and Scott’s family would all still come, as my family are all adults and I am the only one with small children. My twin laws were also troopers and came with their two children to help Ruthie celebrate. I am so grateful that they did. My nephew is six months older than Ruthie and whenever they get together, they are thick as thieves. And it was good to see my little baby niece and commiserate with my sister in law because my niece and Wren are eerily similar. Our neighbor and her three year old daughter also braved it out for a few hours.
Ruth had a marvelous time, and other than looking a little pale, had no symptoms of the stomach virus all day. Thank God! She was able to enjoy her day to the fullest.
This was the first time we attempted to have anything other than a family party. However, it ended up being a family party anyway due to the pestilence. Luckily, a good time was had by all, despite all my worrying and disappointment. I had the party built up in my head as going a certain way, and was anxious that it was going to be different from that. But it was a fabulous party. And like Scott said that evening, Ruthie had a wonderful time, and that is all that matters. We love her so!