I am clearly insane. Or a glutton for punishment. Or a bit of both. The little man’s fourth birthday is coming up. I enjoy planning his parties a great deal…but I’ve been known to go a little over the top. As though I don’t already have enough on my plate, I decided to make his party invitations…each one, individually. This involved stencilling multiple dinosaurs on each. It didn’t seem like such a bad idea when I started out. But one week and ten invitations later, I’m thinking there may have been a more efficient way. At least they’re done and will be dropped in the mail today. And the party theme is coming together. Though the dino tattoos I ordered seem to be out of stock. I’d also considered buying a dinosaur-shaped pinata, but J made me come to my senses. He wisely pointed out that, as the little man already seems hell-bent on destruction, encouraging him to beat something with a stick might be a bad idea. Sometimes the man knows what he’s talking about.
