Hey everybody! Whatcha been up to? Not too much here.
Wait… what? ^^^ You noticed that, did you? Let’s backtrack.
So, as you know, August 6 was my kiddo’s fifth birthday, which of course means we celebrated! Like most five year-old boys, J-Man is obsessed with Star Wars, especially Darth Vader. He requested a Star Wars party. I must admit, as I strolled the aisles of Party City, I wished we were still in the days of Backyardigans and Mickey Mouse. But yeah, no. These days, it’s all Power Rangers, Transformers, and Star Wars. The funny thing is, he’s never seen any of these programs on TV or in the movies. But I’d be lying if I said he didn’t ask me every single day when I’ll let him.
So, I promised a Star Wars party, and that’s what I delivered.
From the Darth Vader piñata…
Have you seen piñatas these days? Instead of beating the what out of it with a stick (dangerous prospect with preschoolers), there are a bunch of ribbons hanging off the bottom. Only one opens the piñata. So the kids line up and take turns pulling ribbons until one opens the trap door. It’s all very civilized.
For the first time, we rented a bouncy house. The thing was enormous. It fit ten kids easily. Actually, if you haven’t jumped around in a bouncy house recently, I highly recommend you give it a try.
And last but not least, the cake. I couldn’t find a good Star Wars cake anywhere, and if I attempted a DIY Chewbacca cake, it would look something like this…
So I went with store-bought, which probably took more time than making the darn cake myself. I found the image, cut out the right half, then superimposed the birthday message in Star Wars font, saving that whole thing as an image for the bakery to print on the cake in edible ink. Yeah. It was awesome.
Missing from the event was J-Man’s little brother, K-Dub, who was running a fever and therefore quarantined from the other children. Which brings us back to the first photo from this post. The evening after the party, K-Dub was not feeling well at all. His fever was hovering at 100-101F (38C) even after medication. That night, he had trouble falling asleep, and he was crying on and off. At 1:30, I went in to check on him, and he had a fever of 104F (40C). His skin was so hot, it made me sweat just to hold him. He was alert and playful, but it still scared the daylights out of me. So off to the Emergency Room we went. Lucky for me, we live less than a mile from a humongous hospital with a children’s center including pediatric E.R. We were checked in at about 2 AM and checked out by about 3 AM. All they did was give him some Motrin, wait an hour, then check him. They said he was fine, alert, playful, no obvious signs of anything other than a virus. Children get fevers when they have viruses, and its nothing to freak out about. (So says you, Doc.) So, it cost $100 and two hours sleep, but I got peace of mind.
On Sunday morning, J-Man woke up early. I went downstairs with him, made him toaster waffles, turned on The Incredibles and hit pause. I told J-Man when he finished his toaster waffles, go into the family room and hit play and enjoy watching a movie. He. Was. Thrilled.
And K-Dub, Daddy, and I got two more hours of sleep.