PARTY OF MASS DESTRUCTION

In planning my son’s upcoming birthday, I can’t help but think of the success of last year’s Angry Birds party. We had recently moved into a new house, so I kept a bunch of moving boxes to set up a “live action” Angry Birds set. I filled the green pig balloons with beans to keep them in place on the boxes so they kids could try to shoot them off with bean bags and sling shots.

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The chaos started when the balloons got hit and exploded beans. This was a 7 year-old boy’s dream come true. I decided to go with the excitement and let them start destroying the boxes- pretty soon the kids were jumping on the boxes, popping balloons over each other’s heads for a waterfall of beans, and generally causing as much mayhem as humanly possible. They were ecstatic!

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The beauty of it was the kids got to be kids. No one got hurt. Everyone had fun. And the clean up was nothing more than sweeping up some dried beans and recycling the broken down boxes. I think there is a real market for boy parties where they can make a huge mess without anyone yelling at them.

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DIY T-shirts

I’m bringing the Olympic Games to Venice for my son’s upcoming 8th birthday. Needless to say, there is a lot of planning involved, especially since I decided to invite the entire second grade class! Right now I’m finishing up the team t-shirts. I am kind of obsessed with the Avery transfer paper- they are very easy to use and the results are pretty great.

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Give Good Gifts

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The General Store in Venice (and San Francisco) is a great spot for picking up gifts for every occasion. I’m currently putting together a care package for a friend who just had a new baby with some of their jams- also a great alternative to bringing a bottle of wine to a party.

Here are some other stand-outs:

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Surprise, Surprise!

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Surprise, Surprise!

Sometimes you know when a surprise party is being planned, especially if you are prone to sleuthing. The trick is to plan a surprise within a surprise.
My husband gathered dozens of pictures of me through the years and had them blown up and mounted on foam core. He decorated all the walls of our house with these (sometimes embarrassing) pictures for a surprise that I will never forget. And I’m sure my friends are never going to let me forget the picture of my brother and me shaking Ronald Reagan’s hand.