Despicable Daddy Party
I think I’ve mentioned a time or two that I adore my husband. Really, I do. And not just in the “gosh I love this man because he puts up with my insane ideas and we’ve been together forever so we can finish each other’s sentences” totally comfortable but not so exciting kind of way. I also love him in the “he makes my heart do flip-flops and his kisses turn my knees to jelly” first crush kind of way. You wouldn’t know that I love him at all, though, based on the amount of attention I give Father’s Day and his birthday.
I think I’ve mentioned before that Steve’s birthday and Father’s Day generally fall within a couple of days of each other. And, somehow, I manage to always be in the middle of some kind of work or personal crisis during those days. I barely even said “Happy Father’s Day” to Steve on his very first Father’s Day because I was behind the 8-ball on a HUGE software development contract. I hope that I make up for my wifely horridness on other days like our anniversary and Christmas and Valentine’s Day. And, I hope, truly, that I show him every day, in little ways, exactly how important he is to me.
This year, I elevated my slackness to a new level. The girls and I weren’t even home for his birthday or Father’s Day. Really, I think he has ample grounds for leaving me and taking everything I own…wait, all I own is an 8-year-old van that sounds like it has bronchitis and a slew of craft supplies. I haven’t made up for Father’s Day yet, but I think the girls and I did a pretty good job of making up for the missed birthday this past Sunday.
Steve isn’t easy to shop for (he disagrees with this, but I stand firm in my believe that it’s easier to just tell him to go buy what he wants than to guess if I’m buying the correct shape of watch or right color of shoes). So, rather than shower him with gifts that he may or may night like, we decided to have a family birthday party for him.
Now, please remember that my husband turned 41 this year. So, it seemed totally appropriate to me that we would throw him a party that would be perfect for a preschooler. To my credit, Steve LOVES Despicable Me. Like in a cult classic way (and I can appreciate that, having been to more than one midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show). I’m sure that he could probably recite the entire dialog of the film – that is if he could stop laughing long enough to talk. I’d venture a guess that Despicable Me is one of his favorite movies of all time. So, when I saw these ideas for a Despicable Me party at PluckyMomo a few months ago, I knew that the girls and I had to create a party like this for Steve. And, I’m not sure who had fun…Steve, the girls, or me!
I think my favorite part of the evening was Abigail running around the back yard hugging her stuffed unicorn screaming “It’s so fluffy! It’s so fluffy, I’m gonna DIE!” just like Agnes did in the movie.
It was a great evening of minion bowling, eating stuffed crust pizza and cupcakes, shooting aliens, drinking shark punch, playing Pin The Goggles on the Minion and finally reading Sleepy Kitten (I happened upon the book at Amazon by sheer luck. I’m so glad I did – it was the perfect ending to the party!)
I hope Steve knows that despite our craziness, all three of his girls love him!
