I can’t believe the time has gone by so fast: It’s official – Frick and Frack turned 9 on Sunday! They are halfway to legal adult status and one third of the way to moving back home!
Of course, the kids wanted a birthday party, but the venue was an issue. They wanted to go to Chuck E. Cheese (*again*) this year. I was going to do anything I could to avoid that. Before I got this new job, a pool party at the town park looked like just the thing…until the Little Mister gave his reasons for voting for C.E.C. “It’s air-conditioned, everybody likes it, and they even provide a cake.” He made all his points while ticking off the reasons with his fingers! His logic made me proud *sniff*.
But, I hate C.E.C. and looked for a way out of having their party at that kiddie casino. Before DS gave his reasons I was looking at Quassy amusement park again, a New Britain Rock Cats tailgate and game party, and Hubbard Park as options. No ac in any of those places. Then I thought about the Peabody Museum. It would be perfect! And a perfect finale to 8 years of working at Yale.
And it was perfect! The venue included two party hostesses who handled all the activities – one of which was a scavenger hunt in the Hall of Dinosaurs. I provided the food. Modern Pizza, which is sublime and these:
I was inspired by The Domestic Diva’s
post about push pop cakes instead of cupcakes. Domestic Diva has links to container vendors in her blog post. I chose Laguna Wholesale
because they offer *Free Shipping*. I ordered the containers a week before the party and they arrived by Wednesday! These were great! I made brownie/french vanilla and lemon cake/lemon raspberry kinds. By far, the brownie type tasted better. And of course, the cake and brownies were made in the slow cooker. It was so funny to see everyone’s mouths hanging open when I told them I made them in the slow cooker!
I didn’t get any pics at the party because I was playing hostess (running my mouth). Their father took the above blurry pic of me and the twins with my phone. The push pop pic was from after the party (and after an *ahem* helpful family member packed them upside down). They held up pretty well and the leftovers are in my freezer.
And now because of my new job, my 9-year-old “babies” are with their father for the entire summer! He and his fiancee whisked them away right after the party. While I miss them, I think I feel sewing mojo coming on…