
So, Cole had a birthday too. I've been asking him if when he turned four, would that also mean his favorite number would change from 3 to 4? Not so far. Three is still his favorite number. Three is a great number, there's no denying. Maybe when we have four kids in the family, then the number four will have the edge for sure, I'm thinking. We'll have to wait and see.
Pretty much all Cole wanted for his birthday was, well, everything he's seen in the toy aisle at the grocery store for the last 3 months, and everything in any Lego catalog I haven't been able to sneak into the trash, and a few other random requests, plus a birthday party. No pressure.

He ended up getting a Lego Batman and a Lego Captain Rex keychain. Who is Captain Rex, you may ask? I don't know, is the answer. But I think he's like a Clone Trooper Commander or something. Star Wars guy. Plus some cheap imitation Hot Wheels cars and a Diego flying machine.
And I caved and threw the party.
I was not going to do the 4-year-old party again. I thought I learned my lesson on Luke with that one. But my neighbor friend who works at Walmart caught me on my way home the other day and gave me all this brand new free Wall-E stuff that she had saved from getting tossed in the trash. Banner, table cloth, cups, napkins, and party favors galore. Plus Cole kept talking about this party he was going to have. So we sent out the free Wall-E invitations to everyone in his primary class. Plus a couple of their siblings and one friend from our old neighborhood whom he still plays with on a weekly basis. This equals fourteen kids. Fourteen four-year-olds. Fourteen is not anybody's favorite number. But who do you not invite? He is friends with everyone. There are just way too many 4-year-olds in our ward, but that's not his fault. All great kids, by the way, but yeah, that was a lot. A couple of them were sick that day, one forgot, and one of the aforementioned siblings fell asleep in the car on the way. So we ended up with ten. Luckily, Luke and Cade were home (teacher prep day), and I had conned my sweet mother-in-law into dropping by to help. She was wise enough to recruit my two sisters-in-law also, and so I had 3 life-saver wonderful women helping me. (There's that favorite number 3 again. I can see why he likes it so much.)


Well, we started by building cardboard box towers in the living room to see how high we could stack them. And how widespreadedly we could crash and scatter them. That was highly entertaining for about 3 or 4 minutes. Then we went outside for a "marshmallow game" which is code for the cheesy relay where you carry a marshmallow on a spoon. But instead of passing it to the next guy, each person just ate their marshmallow when they were done and the next person got their own marshmallow to drop repeatedly and then brush off and eat. Great fun. Except the relay part of it. Taking turns took too long, and we lost half the crowd to the overgrown sandbox and the hill with loose rocks that I just knew someone would get hurt on, but was in no condition to chase them down from. So I gave Luke that job. He's not too authoritative, but eventually we got about 6 or 7 of the 10 guests to join in an exciting game of Duck-Duck-Goose. We tried link tag after that, but that no worky. Next it was craft time! I had gold foil cardboard gift boxes and miscellaneous craft supplies that we turned into robots. That project saved the day! Along with all my amazing helpers.

Then Cole opened presents. There were about three of the kids who did not want to give up the gifts they brought. I felt bad. Not like he didn't have enough stuff already, and enforced gift-giving is kind of unfortunate, but what do you do? For the most part, everyone decided to remember that oh yeah, it was Cole's birthday this time.
After presents, we all went back out on the front lawn and ate our popcorn/treat bags. (At least I have retained the cupcake lesson from Luke's third and fifth birthdays. You don't spend lots of time baking, decorating, and making amazingly cute cupcakes for anyone under the age of 7. They don't appreciate cute or even cupcakes. They only appreciate frosting and candy. Popcorn and candy worked just as well, and on the front lawn was much less messy and time-consuming.) We ate our treats and blew and shot our party favors at each other until moms came back to pick kids up. In the end, we sent everyone home happy except the one little girl who still did not want to part with the toy zebra she had brought as a gift for Cole. I wish I could have sneaked it back to her without anyone noticing. Oh well, we'll have to have her over to play zoo animals soon.
Best of all, Cole was quite pleased with his party. He had a great time with all of his friends, and he liked making his own robot just as much as the next kid. Also blowing and shooting party favors at others was a favorite feature of the party for him as well. Plus who doesn't like getting lots of presents? I took a few pictures, and my helpers brought cameras as well, so I think even though we spent a good deal of our time chasing children, I should be able to post some cute Wall-E party photos.
To conclude: I still do not recommend throwing a birthday party for anyone under the age of five. I also do not recommend inviting 14 kids. It's also not a good idea to combine these ideas with being two weeks away from delivering a baby. Waddling is not an effective means of chasing an energetic 4-year-old, not even one of them. If you are crazy enough to procede with this kind of a stunt, however, DO:
1. Invite your mom and sisters.
2. Have fewer games, and more craft time. (Pipe cleaner and pom poms anyone?)
3. Give out blowy party favors. Nothing can compare in the adventure and excitement department.
4. Take lots of pictures for proof that there is a good reason you are not giving this same child a birthday party with 14 friends next year, or when they turn fourteen, either. You did your time. They chose the year of the party, and it was the fourth year of their cute little life. In hindsight, we may all wish we would have waited another year, but hey, it was great while it lasted! And now you're off the hook for at least a year or two, anyway!