Ohhhhh It’s Party Time!

It’s that time of year again.  Birthday party time!  Last year I told myself there was no use trying to fight the pressure and anxiety, I would just succumb to the party planning madness.  Pop some Xanax and drink a couple bottles of wine each day and just remain in a constant state of euphoria….for the entire month.

Birthdays aren’t what they once were.  When I was a kid I remember having and attending a couple birthday parties at McDonalds, each location was a little different so it seemed like I was going someplace I’d never been and having the best party ever.  But now kids birthday parties are a big fucking deal.  Huge (Pretty Woman voice).  I blame these damn well to do people on reality shows, they throw these massively ridiciously outrageous parties for their kids and turned it into a whole thing.  People started realizing kids parties and play spaces were a gold mine and an untapped market, charge an arm, leg and a foot and voilá chaos ensues.  Yup!  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

We thought we were off the hook this year because Cakes is in school now and we could throw a simple 1,2,3 party in school.  That is until she started discussing party themes with us and set her mind on a theme that was completely appropriate, super cute and not yet merchandized.


She wanted her theme to be of her current fav cartoon which is fairly new and therefore toys and the like haven’t started being produced just yet.  Of course we didn’t figure that out until after we gave Cakes the okay and got all hype.  Yeah we could jedi mind trick her into changing her mind but now I feel like this is a personal challenge and baby I gots something to prove.  I’m not a crafty person AT ALL, shit I bust a complete and total sweat at the mere thought of paper, scissors, tape or glue.  My mom on the other hand can see a picture, figure out the mechanics and produce an even better version of just about any and everything, I so envy her this very moment.  I guess craftiness is one of those things that skips a generation.  Womp wooooomp!

All I have to say is thank the good Lord for Etsy, Pinterest, Google and my sissies who are always willing to roll up their sleeves with me.  I’ve turned into a craftster, making t-shirts, stickers, cut outs, cupcake toppers, you name it we’re all over it.  The scary part is I’m really getting into this whole crafting thing and am excited thinking about all the finished products.  ME!  The girl who once rolled her eyes and would have multiple mini seizures just thinking about “making shit”.  I’m willing to deal with it all though, all for the love of Cakes!

Although she will have no idea what we went through to make this birthday happen or that we made most of the stuff on our own for that matter.  The fact that I know and the smile on her face will mean the world.  And so cheeers to making this crafty birthday my bitch!  😉

Cause a party ain’t a party til the crafts come through.





Fit of the Week

This New York weather has been quite schizophrenic lately you can experience all 4 seasons in just one week. I try to lay Cakes’ clothes out the night before and check the weather because it’s been like a box of chocolates, you never know what ya gonna get, but this past week I’ve been so tired I was lucky we made it outside fully clothed with matching shoes….except for that one day I had one black shoe and one camel shoe but this isn’t about me.  This fit is just as effortless as it is cute. And yes I’m in love with her jacket so you’ll probably see it ALOT!


Jacket: Keep It Kute Clothing (www.keepitkute.com)

Sweatsuit: H&M

Sneakers: Jordans (don’t ask me which ones because I have no clue, her daddy is the Jordan aficionado of the house)

Oh and I just went a spring clothes haul for her.  Can’t wait for you to see some of her new pieces.




Fit of the Week

I’m totally obsessed with shopping for my wee one, I’m not sure if it’s because I’m dressing vicariously through her or because kids’ clothes are just so damn cute.  Maybe it’s a bit of both.  Not unlike when I shop for myself she can be preppy one day and hooded out the next.  It’s just incredibly fun for me!

This week’s fit:



Faux leather motorcycle jacket: Keep It Kute clothing (keepitkute.com)

Baseball tee: Osh Kosh

Jeans: Old Navy (home made distressed job by Daddy himself)

Sneakers: Old Navy





Tattletale-Kids   When I was younger (waaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyy younger) my dad used to try to get me to tell on my big sister.  At first I used to sing like a canary which would almost always be followed by me getting a beating.  Then when I got hip to the game and kept mum I would almost always get a beating.  It was then that I understood what “you can’t win” meant.  I never really understood what the hell my dad’s problem was and what was his reasoning for confusing the crap out of me.  Until I became a parent!

I now know why my dad was so bipolar when it came to the subject of “not telling” because I’m at that stage in parenting and I don’t know how to not be bipolar when “telling” comes into play.  The duality of the situation is I want Cakes to be all telling when it comes to communicating with me and her dad.  I want her to remain comfortable enough to tell us any and everything and for her to know that we are her vaults but I also don’t want to raise her to be a blabber mouth, a secret teller or a tattletale.  Know what I mean? No? Let me break my dilemma down for ya.

A couple weekends ago Cakes had a sleepover with her 2 sister/cousins.  I was in another room making breakfast and Cakes came to tell me that the 2 others were fighting.  My automatic response was “stop telling” even though I was super grateful for the intel.  Like how I not so subliminally snuck the “stop snitching clause” in there!?  This would classify as a time that I want her to be forthcoming with me because had she not, I probably would have never known that a fight ensued until someone came out the room crying.  On the flip side, earlier this week I was told that Cakes told on her classmate to his mother.  I tried to explain to her, well first off let me preface this “talk” I’m about to have with her by saying I hate when she makes me put on my adult hat and I have to be the adultier adult in the room, if only she knew I was living a lie.  Ok so where was I?  Oh so I tried to explain to her that it’s okay when she’s talking to mommy (that’s me) and daddy, but it’s not nice that she told on her classmate because maybe he wanted to tell his mommy first.  Would she like it if someone told on her to her mommy and daddy before she got a chance to.  That’s it!  I kept it simple she’s 3 for goodness sake.

I’m gonna go ahead and say that this talk was highly effective because 1) Cakes started crying even though I was talking in my super calm I’m not mad at you voice (the crying let me know she kinda sorta understood the severity of what I was saying) and 2) my mom was present while said talk happened and when I was done I caught her looking at me all lovingly-like giving me the “wow I’m impressed” “you’re a good mommy” “go me for raising her” looks.

When she gets older I guess I’m going to have to go into a little more detail, I’m super excited about those impending convos rme.

But for now I’ll let her enjoy being a kid!