We went to B’s birthday party this weekend. See what I did there? B is her name and I called this post “Bday Party.” Get it? I’m so clever it hurts.
Before I talk about the party, let me brief you on B’s mom. Tara is a girl after my own heart. She says, “Durr,” and loves Shop Sweet Lulu. She buys cool things before they are cool, then is totally cool about it. That’s cool.
So I shouldn’t have been surprised to walk into her home and see the ridiculous party that she supposedly did all last minute. She’s a damn liar and I swear, if she did that all last minute, I’m quitting. It was amazing.
She’s Charlotte’s bff and it was made official with the Minnie Mouse Best Friend necklace we got her. Unless she gives 1/2 of it to Colt or Ryder or Isla or Leo. Don’t even think about it, B.
Charlotte had pretty much the best time. Mostly with the giant balloons.
[just a heads up, the pink lemonade is spiked with vodka. I learned that after I downed a glass. I was very parched and thought the lemonade was quite strong. Turns out, it was strong with vodka. I don’t mind a little mistaken drunkenness. Where are the signs, Tara? I don’t see them.]
Happy Birthday to our favorite 2 year old who isn’t a member of our family. Because Charlotte will be 2 soon, and she’s obviously our favorite….but B, you’re second.