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Adventures in Parenting: the no-name birthday party

Categories: Just for moms, Places to go, Holidays, That's entertainment

7 stores. 5 hours. 2 meltdowns. 1 crawling expedition on horrifically dirty Party City linoleum. Results? Not much.

I was brought up in New Jersey, where things are done in a very particular and traditional way. Children's birthday parties have themes. The first thing my mother asked when I called her to discuss Binx's first birthday barbecue was "What's his theme?" The question was asked with a serious formality. It was a test for the new mom. Did I pick a good theme? One that is cute, and fun, and lends itself to showing off my creative decorating prowess?

I answered "on the move." That was Binx's theme, according to our hurried evite of the week before. It seemed apropos, with all the crawling he'd been doing. I pictured cupcakes with little red wagon cake toppers and plates and cups with little red tricycles. It would be a multimodal happy baby extravaganza.

Boy did I learn a lesson.

Turns out, if you're not interested in a Dora-Elmo-DisneyPrincess-Scooby Doo-Hello Kitty-Hot Wheels-Bratz blowout, or looking for other similarly licensed fun times, you might as well give up on finding any pre-themed party materials. The brands have taken over the party stores, and how. There is not a plate, cup, or party hat in Portland with a simple red wagon or a tricycle on it. I can tell you this with finality.

So after all the searching I mentioned, and many shopping hours spent swinging wildly between glee and agony, we finally found a little car stamp and some blank cups at the Dollar Store (nice) and one package of "transportation party" napkins that said things like Stop for Cake! and Yield to Fun! I used kraft paper and red acrylic paint to make the tablecloth and cups. The cupcakes, well, they were plain and yummy, with no cake toppers at all. The boy didn't seem to mind.

And my mother? She approved. I think she really liked the little car idea. And just to be sure I'd put enough work into it, I drew a road in pencil all over the tablecloth. It was more work, but I figure this may be one of  my last chances to steadfastly refuse the branded party gear before Binx is old enough to demand it himself. When he gets to be that age it'll be easier to just dump a bunch of Wiggles plates in the cart. But oh so sad, too, and less imaginative.

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