Today is round two of Isobel’s party. These are all fun shots of the day. If you want to know the details of how the bubble-themed party went down, please go here.
Anthony really wanted to make favor bags for the kids to take home, so we bought a bunch of non-gender-specific toys, fun stuff really, and wrapped them up in bags the color of sunshine. I mostly chose the contents of the bags based on stuff I loved as a kid: bouncy balls with stars inside, bubbles (of course), temporary tattoos, stickers.
Oh, and of course fake mustaches. Because I enjoy taking a group of innocent children and turning them into hipsters. What? It’s a victimless crime!
Everyone enjoyed the these giant inflatable hamster balls. I mean, they’re not really hamster balls, but that’s what we called them. I’m pretty sure that the little ones don’t even know what a hamster is, but we got a couple of them to shout “I’m a hamster! I’m a hamster!” when they climbed in the ball.
So many people mentioned they would love a larger version of this ball for themselves, and if you follow me on twitter you’ll notice I posted a photo of a very similar ball being sold at Costco. It’s much larger than the kind we had at the party.
I’m really glad they were such a hit–they were bitch to inflate.
I love this photo because it totally looks like John is in the middle of singing some intense opratic aria.
By far my most favorite part of the day was when a bunch of kids climbed up in the play house and the adults took turns throwing all the small beach balls in at them while they simultaneously threw them back out, all while giggling and shrieking and obviously having the best time ever.
It was hard to get a photo of the action, but it was fun to try.
My daughter inexplicably kept yelling, MMMM! IT’S YUMMY! While we did this. I saw her rub her belly and pretend to eat the balls.
No, I have no idea why.
It was good times.
It was cramped quarters and enthusiastic play, but there were no tears, no shoving. All the kids were having a great time.
Ok, just noticed I’m in this shot, so some of these photos were taken by my Dad.
This is Isobel’s cousin Serena.
That’s also her behind that wooden beam.
Victoria (in green) loves to help people, so he started pushing Noah in the swing. Noah’s like, “Awwww yeeeaaaah.”
There’s Kingston! Or as I call him, Hercules. Or as Isobel calls him, “Chicken.”
When you have a party for a young toddler, they probably won’t care about sticking around to open presents. Isobel opened exactly one before running off with Victoria. So I got to do it. Here I am, pointing at something. Like a gangster.
Isobel and Baby Kingston act as if we are their own personal rickshaws.
Aunt Alana painted this for for the birthday girl. Isobel was totally impressed by glitter.
Lastly, and for no explainable reason whatsoever, we found this hat as we were cleaning up. It’s for B-Day Girl Karen.
I have no idea who this is. There are no Karens among my friends or family. I can’t even think of anyone that I know named Karen period. But someone does! And they made her this hat. So happy birthday, Karen! I guess!