June 17, 2009
This year, exhausted from 8 months of not sleeping through the night, moving, and trying to sell our house, plus anticipating three children's birthdays a year for the next 20-some-odd years, Adam and I decided to go small for birthdays. I know, pigs are probably flying around some farm somewhere.
Isaiah was the first to try out our every-other-year plan for big themed birthday parties. He had a great attitude about the whole thing. And, surprisingly, I enjoyed "small" much more than I thought I would, and not just because it took less prep, money, and energy. More time was spent actually celebrating Isaiah and less time was spent running around like a crazy person, grouching at anyone who ruined my plan (not Isaiah's plan, of course, because why would his birthday be about him?!).
We told him he could choose a special place to go, somewhere we don't go all the time, and invite three friends (the actual number changed from one to three when it became too difficult to choose just one). He chose to eat dinner and play arcade games at Pirate Island Pizza. Here are the swashbuckling boys (and Katie) enjoying their giant pizza and handful of tokens: