(Apologies for the old post–behind the scenes difficulties)
I was sitting here with blogger’s block when my son said, “Mom, I want an Indiana Jones party!”. Then it hit me. Birthday season is coming. My kids birthdays are in July and August, which means I start planning in December. Well, maybe not quite that early. Last year, my son had a Pirate’s of the Caribbean party. So…the planning began.
I would like to say I easily ordered the cake, but this is NOT what it looked like when I picked it up. It literally had two spots on the top–one for water and one for sand. I had to crumble graham cracker crumbs all over for the sand, cut cereal boxes for the shark fins, add chocolate chips for the treasure spot, and dig through my son’s toys for all the other embellishments. I don’t know that there’s a word to describe my anger at the bakery that day.
I’m sure you can’t tell from this picture, but my husband was rather proud of their treasure finding moment! Good ol’ hubby buried it nice and deep so the boys would have to actually dig for it.
They open the treasure box…
And everyone gets their booty! (My immaturity made me giggle at that word.)
A good time was had by all, and mom slept REALLY well that night. A word of advice: treasure hunt parties are a LOT of work!
P.S. This is the only picture I have to prove that I actually existed on that day. I took it of myself by accident. How. sad.