Little Bug turned three last week. We just moved here about six months ago, but through playdates and mutual friends we have a handful of playmates for her, and she is finally old enough to understand so we threw her a birthday party. Now, I’m not a big party planning person. I don’t like picking out themes and decorating; I’m just not good at it. Besides, there is no way I’m paying five dollars for some paw patrol paper plates. It is not happening.
I decided we could have an 80’s style birthday party. Sunday afternoon, no meal served, just the kids playing with toys, eating cupcakes, and Little Bug opening presents. Except, I decided we needed one of those toddler piñatas. Have you seen how cute they are? Then you understand why I needed to get it. If not let me explain it.
It looks just like a regular piñata, except it has ribbons hanging from the bottom. Each kid pulls a ribbon and they come out, but one ribbon opens a little door and all the goodies fall out. They can do it themselves and no dads end up on America’s Funniest Home videos because they got hit in the crotch. I’m obsessed with these piñatas.
The real trouble happened when I was down the Amazon rabbit hole looking for non-candy treats. Somewhere between bracelets and stickers
I found it. Giant confetti.
I bought it immediately.
Fast forward to the day of the party. It was raining so we decided the piñata needed to go inside. Luckily we have stairs that we could hang it from easily, but as we were carrying it downstairs the confetti started to fall it.
“This thing is falling apart” J said.
I laughed, “Don’t be dramatic. It’s just the confetti falling out for some reason.”
J stopped walking and stared at me. “Why would you put confetti in this?”
“The kids will love it! It’s so cute. What’s wrong with confetti?”
“I’m not helping clean this.” J said and walked away.
The kids loved the confetti. It fell with the candy, tops, and bracelets like magical colorful rain. They threw it in the air, rolled around in it, and stuffed their treat bags full of it. I felt like I had won. While we hadn’t technically had an argument, the piñata was the main attraction of the party, and the confetti was the star.
Clean up was a breeze. Little Bug said her party was amazing and melted my heart. But then it started happening.
A couple times a day someone will find a stray piece of confetti. It has been a week now and it is still happening. We even found some outside of one of our friends’ houses at a play date. This is not my fault. It didn’t say anywhere that this stuff would hide in all the crooks of your house and multiply. The worst part is every time J finds one he looks at me like he has won the non-argument.
So far everyone is still my friend, and J hasn’t presented me with divorce papers so I guess it wasn’t that bad. Would I do it again? Absolutely. Am I glad I didn’t get the traditional glitter confetti? Sweet baby Jesus, Yes.