My husband brought home Krispy Kreme donuts last night. A whole assorted yummy box. They weren't "Hot Now" but I managed to get passed that and eat two of them anyway. One of them even had sprinkles. My husband understands my sprinkle needs in a way no one else does. I'm very pro-sprinkles. I really don't care that they add nothing as far as flavor. It's really the festive properties of sprinkles that I enjoy. Especially for holidays. Although, quite frankly, you toss some sprinkles on top of my donut and suddenly any day is a holiday as far as I'm concerned.
I'm also in favor of balloons. And funnel cake. And sparklers. All of those are very, very fun. And lots of birthday candles on your cake. When my daughter turned 3 she had like 12 candles on the cake. Certain members of my family thought that was odd. Ask me if I care. Candles are fun. The more the merrier. I also let her wear her Christmas dress to feed the ducks in the middle of August. That's just how I roll.
This weekend I'm going to mentally gear myself up for more planning for the soon to be 4 year old's Pepto pink celebration. Last weekend I bought the scrapbook paper to make decorations with. This weekend I need to summon up the courage to pull out some scissors and tape and actually make something happen with it. I fear allowing my three year old to be in the same room with scissors and cute paper. She will make short work of it. And by short work I mean hundreds and hundreds of tiny pieces of cute paper on my dining room floor. And don't try to give her some plain paper and tell her to sit next to you while you work with the cute stuff. Because my baby knows cute paper when she sees it and that plain white paper you tried to pawn off on her is not cute and totally sucks so hand over the cute paper, evil hag.
I'll let you know how it goes.