Party time.

We’re planning Riley’s 1st birthday party, and I’m in a big mess of blah. It’s not that I don’t care about Riley’s birthday; it’s that I don’t really care about the party. Rob and I had wanted a simple destination party. We’d pack up the household, go to Boracay for 4 or 5 days, and stay in one of those gorgeous beach-side bungalows, where we’d have a little party for Riley and take him on his first sand-and-surf excursion. (He loves swimming.)

But alas, this was not to be, as Rob’s folks and my folks were adamant that we stick to the Filipino tradition of having a HUGE ta-da for the baby’s 1st birthday. So now there’s going to be a clown, and lots of food, and 40 kids are invited, and a pinata and other give-away type games will be played, and there will be lots of food and ice cream and cake and food, and more food because we’re Filipino and that’s how we do. And even though I’m inviting my extended fam and Rob’s extended fam, and people from school, and neighbors, and every kid within a 5 block radius (or so it seems), I still don’t have a clue how many people will show up. Because it’s Rainy Season, and we’ve already had our first taste of Typhoon Season, and you just never know what kind of weather is in store. Also, because everyone’s broke and so many people live far, far away, and you just never know if they can scrape up the funds to schlep their six kids and spouse all the way out for a birthday party. And lastly, because there’s this big question mark when it comes to how to dress and what present to give because even though it’s a child’s birthday party, said child is American, and good impressions are to be made.

So yeah. I don’t know how many guests to expect, so I’m pretty much ODing on food. Lots and lots of food and candy and giveaways. And balloons and confetti and streamers and fireworks. The whole lot. My kid’s turning one, and the only thing we haven’t put together is a parade in his honor.

The best part about all this? Rental of 8 tables and 50 chairs, giveaways, party hats, games, toys, giveaways, clown, food for 100 people (including 2 whole HUGE roast pigs), fireworks, and clean-up services, et al., will only run us about $250. So even if it’s a huge bust, hardly anyone shows up, and the only thing that’s accomplished is Riley meeting a handful of new people, eating lots of food, and encountering a clown for the first time, at least it won’t cost us an arm and a leg. Plus, we’ll have food for a month.


2 responses to “Party time.

  1. Not if it’s up to that nanny, you won’t!! Haha…I just needed to comment to let you know I’m still reading.

  2. breaking out the NYC gangsta accent—> FO REAL THO!!! LOL… Thank you, Becky! It means a lot to me that you still read my blog 🙂

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