More importantly, do we have to have commercial themes? We did get her a musical Elmo balloon last year (the music piece lasted five or six months longer than the balloon itself... an excellent investment in Mad's eyes), but are we really the type of people whose parties match up with television shows? We may as well shop at WalMart, catch Bieber fever and start teaching Mad that Hannah Montana is an excellent role model right now.
Margaret and I did a little birthday decoration reconnaissance Monday night. Stopped at a home decoration store rumored to have butterfly nets for cheap. When you're looking at a dozen kids, they weren't that cheap, and for some reason, the more appropriately sized small ones were twice as much as the large ones.
Went to the dollar section at Target and found the small ones for a buck. Along with some frog slippers and a frog magnifying glass. Have I ever mentioned Mad's unswerving adoration for frogs? I do find it ironic, since my dad insisted on calling me Froggie from age 11 to probably 19 or 20. It was cute for about three minutes. People loved to gift me with frog statuettes, stationary, stickers specially printed with my "name." Beginning at age 22, frogs were given away, donated or tossed with every move. I moved four times that year alone.
It's probably inevitable, Mad's frog love. She also loves ducks. They do not have quite the same luster as fwogs, rather they are fwogs' pond buddies and, as such, held in a position of esteem.
Behold part of her collection of frogs and ducks:
Allow me to introduce you to some of her friends. Back Row: Duck, New Frog, Backpack Frog, Other New Frog. Front Row: Another New Frog (sometimes known as Fynnie's Frog, which Mad reclaims as often as possible), Little Green Frog (AKA Original F.R.O.G., this is the dude that started the craze... ahem... for Tom... before Mad was born), Duck and Frog Blanket. (Not pictured because she's sleeping on him right now: Big Green Daddy Frog and a collection of fuzzy and rubber ducks, but no, not fuzzy rubber ducks.)
The other morning on the drive to Grandma's, I asked Mad, "What do you want to do for your birthday that is coming up?"
"I need chocwet."
"Yes, honey, that's because you're my daughter. What do you want to do?"
"I need chocwet and white."
"You want chocolate cake?"
"And white cake?"
"Do you want a cake or would you rather have cupcakes?"
"I ravviveler have cupcakes!"
"Chocolate cupcakes and white cupcakes?"
"Yeth. I need chocwet cupcakes and white cupcakes. And a spoon. And ice cweam."
One thing I love about my girl, that ability to separate the needs from the wants.
Today we made more progress in the party planning details. There's a cupcake bakery that recently won Cupcake Wars. Margaret pulled the address for me so I could check 'em out. I asked Mad if she had any particular decorations she wanted on her cupcakes.
"Yes, ummm... I want fwogs."
"And ducks. And fwogs and ducks."
In case that wasn't clear, this evening she explained the whole situation to Tom. Covering her bases, don'tcha know.
Tonight Tom made invitations that feature a frog who is a complete unknown in the world of children's television. Or probably any television. Printed on duck yellow paper. Has some cute wording. I gave it a fun font. More of a garden/pond feeling than a theme. At our house in the desert. All is well. (Yes, I am dying to go all "ducky" here, but a modicum of restraint, people!)