Are they sick? Are they French? Or are they just sick of the French?

Yesterday, Ian and I watched not one but two movies without interruption while the kids played by themselves for hours and slept through the night.

They lasted hours without a peep...or medication, I swear!!

I thought they were sick but maybe they are just French.

In any event, these bebes have birthdays later this month so I am throwing them a joint birthday party.

What’s that? How efficient you say? (shyly) I know.

You want me to share my event planning skills? I’m blushing.

Here ya go —

Five easy steps to throwing an awesome birthday party for your kids:

1. Give birth to each in the same month, preferably only a few days apart. {February 20-something, 2009 and 2011 — check!}

2. Have your husband work in a great open loft space perfect for throwing parties. {Check! And it’s close to home – Bonus points!}

3. Design and order joint party invitations. {Check!}

4. Buy adorable outfits for both children to wear on this special day. {Check!}

5. Show up on the day of the party — looking fantastic — without having hired the entertainment promised by said invitations, prepared food and cupcakes also promised by said invitations, obtained balloons, decorations, drinks, paper products or compiled favor bags. Enjoy!

That’s it! Right? Why do you have that look on your face?

You mean I actually have to DO something to make this party come together (other than Shutterfly and shopping?). Je ne comprends pas.

About Carinn Jade

Mother, lawyer, yogi, writer, non-sleeper. Published @NYTMotherlode. Contributor @Mommyish @Moonfrye @HuffPostLive. I like beer (not wine) & tea (not coffee) & being a contrarian.
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5 Responses to Are they sick? Are they French? Or are they just sick of the French?

  1. zy81 says:

    cute though..:)

  2. Jennifer says:

    I did my first joint party for older two girls this year (both August birthdays two years apart). My only mistake was having it at my house, because that means that I had to clean. A lot. And cook food. And entertain twenty preschoolers, which was kind of horrific. I’m pretty sure that I have PTSD as a result, because I still twitch when I hear about musical chairs.

    • Oh crap. As the day gets closer (the party is on Sunday) the anxiety builds. I am SO relieved it is not at my disaster of a house, but I am terrified at the thought of that many preschoolers in any confined space. As the RSVPs roll in and the number hits 20, my own twitch begins to form. Please tell me you are working on a cure?

      • Jennifer says:

        So far regular doses of Malibu Rum and Sprite have been working (b/c I like to keep it classy), seem to be keeping the twitches at bay.

        How was the party?

      • It was amazing! I posted about it today. Still exhausted but it was so worth it! I’ll cheers my red Solo cup to your Malibu and sprite (don’t you love the ‘no, you cannot have a sip of mommy’s cup. go get your own, kid’ party line?)

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