I thought I’d start the week out a little Wilde. Oscar Wilde, that is (with a lot of Maurice Sendak thrown in too). This Irish novelist & poet (1854-1900) has some great quotes that make mischief of one kind and another. I’m sure his Mother called him a Wilde thing and sent him to bed without eating supper. That might have led to his streak of creativity. Let’s get in our boat and sail off through night and day and in and out of weeks, and almost over a year, to where the Wilde things are.
The Wilde things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws, till Oscar Wilde said: Continue reading
Remember my son’s 11th birthday party where the Wild Things came and partied at my house? Well, today I thought I’d post about my daughter’s 14th birthday party and make comparisons.
I hadn’t given her a party for several years (this picture is of the last party she had), so she felt she deserved a party for turning 14 (it takes a lot of effort to age). Even though I was still in shock from what the Wild Things had done to my house, I had to be fair…right? Continue reading
Last year when my son turned 11, he wanted a kid party. Since he hadn’t had one for a while, I told him to invite whoever he wanted…and he did.
Now usually only about 75% of guests attend, so when he invited 12 boys, I figured we’d have 9 max…and hoped for even less.
To my chagrin, 13 boys showed up (one extra asked to come the day of the party). Continue reading