I really wanted to do a big shebang for my husband's birthday this year. 35 just seems like a big important number somehow -- or maybe it's just that I still can hardly believe I'll be there myself in just a few years. At any rate, with his dearest friends spread far and wide, and myself rather enormous and exhausted with child, I knew a big party would be next to impossible. Instead, I stole this idea from the Dating Divas and planned a balloon-themed birthday celebration.
Several weeks ago, I mailed a letter and a balloon to about 30 of Isaac's friends (the plan, of course, was to get 35 balloons, but I never even got that many sent out, so the fact that I ended up with nearly 25 seemed pretty good to me!). They each blew up the balloon, wrote a note on it in Sharpie, let the air out, and sent it back to me. I collected them in a jar, and when we celebrated, Isaac got to blow them all back up and read the messages.
It was an inflatable-guitar-playing day for Levi.
It was more fun (and less time-consuming) than asking for letters and making a scrapbook, and the kids of course had a blast with 25 balloons to play with all evening. In all honesty, I'm not sure I've ever seen them so wound up!
Total Owen photo-bomb.
And, not surprisingly, not the only message Isaac got in Hebrew.
Silas was more interested in reading books, as usual.
But Owen was absolutely crazy all night long.
The balloon message in the top picture is on construction paper taped to chocolate-covered pretzels. The plan was to have the boys do the pretzel-dipping, but due to a sudden, severe obedience issue, I ended up making them myself. I thought about doing root beer floats as well, to keep with the "floating" sort of theme, but Isaac had requested a skillet cookie cake and adding anything else seemed like overkill. And with the boys so unbelievably wild, we skipped candles and singing altogether and had the cookie with ice cream after they went to bed!
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