Because really, if you can spend the bulk of your birthday party in your Lightening McQueen underwear (UNDERWEAR, briefly!!) lying on the floor playing with cars, and none of your guests find this bizarre, you are dealing with the kind of audience that doesn't require games.
Candles are easy to relight. We just had to gently remind over-eager guests to let Jordan blow out his own candles.
We had a small party - several of Jordan's day care friends and a couple other kids we really like. Jordan tends to get overwhelmed when there are too many people or unfamiliar faces, and I wanted this to be easy and comfortable for him. A few older siblings came along, but Jordan knows them from day care drop-offs and pick-ups and so they were fine.
They spent the first half of the party playing with cars and trains and eating blueberries and chips off the train table in the back room. They spent the rest of the party eating pizza and cake and running around with balloons.
Especially if you're going to pump them full of juice, cake, and ice cream.
Especially if your own child has had nothing but juice, cake, and ice cream the entire day commemorating his birth.
Not surprisingly, Jordan was the first to melt down and leave the party in the arms of his father for a nap. I went to check on him and ask him if he'd had fun, and he said, "Oh, yes! Thank you, Mommy! Thank you for the birthday party!"
Melt my heart.
I told him his friends had gone home for their own naps, to which he responded, "And when I wake up, they'll come back for more birthday party!"
Oh, my sweetness. No. Thank the good lord no.