The party started at 5:30 (it sounded like a good idea at the time) with dinner being first. I made hot dog mummies(breadstick wrapped hot dogs), bones(fries) and eyeballs (grapes).
We then played some games. First, they had to dig for snakes, bugs and reptiles with their feet in a pool of bubbles. Next, they had to pop balloons with their feet looking for a bottle of potion(candy juice filled wax bottles) And last they broke up in teams to see who could mummify Trent the best in 4 minutes.
It was going great at this point. We then had cake and presents. Before you judge I just have to say that this is my first attempt at decorating a cake, so please be kind. At least Oliver thought it was cool. Miles that morning while I was decorating it, said to Oliver "Isn't mom the best cook ever? "Oliver's reply was :"she just got the idea of the blog. " Somehow diminishing me actually baking and decorating the cake. But by the party he was pretty happy about it.
While Trent and I were cleaning up the boys went down to the basement to entertain themselves for awhile. I was pleasantly surprised at how well they all played together without any conflict.
Making a long story a little shorter. I was tired I had been up since 5:30 that morning working on this party. I just wanted them to all go to bed. We put a movie in and thought we were getting them settled for the night. This was at 11:00. I thought I could just go to sleep and call it good. I went to sleep, the boys were still up so Trent said that he would wait for them to go to sleep. He woke me up at 1:00(in the morning!!) and said that he had tried several times to get them to go to bed and asked if I would go and try to do something. Reluctantly, I got up and went out there. the boys were not only up but chomping on CANDY! I don't think they ever came down from the sugar high. I off and on went out until about 2:30 when I finally heard silence. I don't know how anyone else got any sleep in the house. And then they were up at 7:00 jumping on the trampoline right outside our bedroom window. We got up, fed them breakfast and sent them on their way at 9:30. I don't know if I will ever recover but Oliver said he had a great time. So I guess it was all worth it. I'm worn out just writing about it and to think Miles' birthday is only 4 weeks away. I can't think about it!
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I think your cake turned out great. The food and games were super clever, and in the end, Oliver will just remember a fun party. Hope you have recovered!
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