Carnage from Two-Song-Singing-Hannah Festivities

By now you're probably tired of hearing about my baby who just turned six, so I'll try to keep this brief. For her birthday, Stinkerbell requested a Hannah Montana party, and after denying my girls the opportunity to dress up as Two-Song-Singing-Hannah for Halloween, I figured using it as a lame party theme would be okay. Sort of the lesser of two evils.


So here was the party invite. It's all Hannah, but with Stinkerbell's picture instead of Hannah-Miley-Whatever. I don't know why I'm so cranky about Hannah, it could be worse. I'll take Hannah-Miley-Whatever over Britney Spears any day.

Anyway, I really was going somewhere here. We got a little crazy and invited Stink's whole class. Eeek! Thankfully the class is smallish since it is Kindergarten. I think I got daring because we decided to have the party at one of those kid places where they get to run around and scream their heads off. The kind of place where you can't leave without a sensory overload headache.

The part I was most worried about with inviting so many kids, was getting that many presents when we really don't need one more toy in this house.

I let the girls know before the party that they weren't going to be playing with any of the new toys until they went through their toys, decluttered and got rid of some of their old toys. Plus, they couldn't touch a new toy until a thank you note had been written for it. Aren't I mean?

I know. It's so much fun being a Mama sometimes.


So here they are, tearing the place apart and deciding what will go.


"YOU CAN'T KEEP EVERYTHING, ANNIKA!"

Can I just tell you how much my heart swelled with pride to hear Zoe say this?


"Blah, blah, blah. Whatever."

Annika is such a cucumber.


"There's a snake in my boot."

At first I was a little sad to see Woody in the discard pile, but then I decided that we'll give him to a friend who actually looks like Woody and the girls even call him Woody. They don't even know what his real name is. Woody will get a good home.


Eeek! Freaky doll head! Decapitated Donna is no longer loved? How sad. We must be ruthless though. I really just had to stop watching because I wanted to jump in and rescue toys. How pathetic is that?

We'll take the toys to the thrift store though, so hopefully there are kids out there who will be thrilled with these toys.


I was surprised at how quickly Stinkerbell jumped into the thank you notes. We tend to spread them out, so the toys are sitting in the guest room and coming out one at a time, as the thank you notes are slowly written. What surprised me, I mean really surprised me, is that the girls didn't even argue with me about this. I feel like I won the lottery or something. Or like maybe they think I know what I'm doing with this whole parenting thing. They're so gullible.


Oops, my pictures are a little out of order. I'm lazy though so I'm not going to fix it. This is just the girls putting the party favor bags together.


Once the bags were stuffed, I stapled treat toppers to them and then punched a hole in the corner for attaching a balloon. We didn't attach the balloons until we got to Leo's and I'm glad for that. They would have been a tangled mess otherwise.

I took pictures of the party, but I don't feel like I should post pictures of the kids without their parents' permission. And I'm too lazy to put happy face heads on all of them. So just believe me when I tell you that the party was a blast for the kids, and quite painful for the adults.

That's a wrap for birthday week. Tomorrow I'm going to try to put my Cinnamon Roll recipe up. If you're dieting, you might just want to stay away from Sabotage Station for the next day or so. Sorry.