Sunday, September 09, 2007


So we made these dinosaur eggs for the party. First we squeezed plastic dinosaurs into deflated balloons (the most difficult part - we finally figured out that you roll the narrow neck of the balloon like a condom on your two thumbs, hold it wide open and have someone else put the dino in). Then we blew the balloons up and covered them with papier mache.

I'd read somewhere that making the last layer with white paper makes it easier to paint, so we did newspaper and then cheap computer paper. Then we popped the balloon inside and painted them.

We buryed the eggs in the sandbox

and let the kids find and "hatch" them and find the dinos inside.

You have to look at these pictures because it took a total of about 5 hours to make the eggs, and about 5 minutes for them to be hatched and disposed of. They were fun, though.


Yesterday morning, the jumpy house was set up about 3 hours before the party started. Now, here is where you see the big difference between me and my son. As a kid, I would've loved nothing more than having the whole thing to myself. A., on the other hand, really really wanted other people to jump with him. Ben was not interested in going anywhere near the suddenly huge dinosaur in our backyard, so G and I took turns in it, but we had to set up for the party.

So a while later, A. ran up to me outside the jumpy house and said, "Mama, did you know I have an imaginary friend?"

"Oh? Is it a he or a she?"

"It's a he."

"And what's his name?"

"Um, I don't know."

"Oh, well, maybe next time you play with him you can ask him."

(staring at me) "Mama, you know, I'm just talking to air."


Boobless Brigade Master said...

I love it!
I remember when Daisy was little, she carried around a toy bowl full of blocks and a spoon offering everyone a taste of her soup...when she got to me and I asked what kind of soup it was, she gave me that same dumb look and said, "Mom, they're fake playing blocks."
Little stinkers.

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