“We have to get away with it while we can.” This is what I kept telling Eli about planning Babyhead’s #2 birthday party. What I was trying to get away with was having a simple birthday party at the house, since after this year Tavian will be able to make party requests that can make things complicated like “I want my party at the Zoo and be able to pet the lions.”
The “Sunny Side Up” party idea really came to me out of pure laziness. Reflecting on how nice those weekend mornings are when you stay in your PJ’s till 4pm, watching TV while ladling sugary cereals into your mouth...who wouldn’t want to do that? As a kid I loved building blanket forts in my Grandma’s basement using her dining room table and flower sheets. In my head this party idea was any kid’s dream, but I wasn’t expecting the adults to be just as excited too! Needless to say Tavian’s #2 was super fun, especially with Eli’s home made slide shooting our guests down the stairs and into a pile of pillows, not just the kids either...
I should admit that the party was also maybe, kind of, an excuse to buy boxes and boxes of fun cereal that I normally wasn’t allowed to eat (both as a kid and an adult.) It wasn’t a mistake that there was plenty of cereal left over. So along with all of our wonderful family and friends that came I would also like to thank Lucky Charms, Apple Jacks, and Kix for making this fiesta fabulous, sweet, fun, crunchy, full of love and a part of this complete breakfast.
Click here for the Sunny Side Up Birthday Party slideshow
I still say “Colorado” when people ask me where I am from even though I have lived in L.A. for over 10 years now. Because it’s true, that’s where I came from, but after living in SoCal for this long I am definitely a California girl. I miss my home state at times, the breath taking Rockies, the slower pace, the friendly smiles, the big open sky. But what I don’t miss and never will is the cold weather.
Living in a warmer climate has made me spoiled. In parts of the country 65 degrees is welcomed with short sleeves and exposed pasty skin that hasn’t seen the sun in 6 months. When I see 65 degrees on my weather app, I whine and huff that Spring is never going to come as I put on another sweater. So annoyed that the wind is chilly when I walk from my car to the store. Seriously...I remember having to chip ice off my windshield just to drive to school. Soooo spoiled now.
The other weekend I awoke and the beach was calling me. Come sit on my soft sand, feel the rays of sunshine, listen to the clash of the waves...yes beach I hear you! But then the whining and huffing began when the weather report read 68 degrees...ugh. But I guess the beach was calling Babyhead too because he was starting to look like a caged animal, freezing or scalding he didn’t care...we just needed to get out.
Bundling up for the beach always feels a little weird to me, but I left my weirdo and spoiled self at home to head for the coast...with 2 jackets, heavy socks, a hat, and a scarf to protect me from that 68 degree chill.
