My boy turned 7 a few months ago and of course he wanted a dinosaur birthday. Because it’s all dinosaurs all the time.
This was the first year he wanted to have a lot of input on his cake. Cake is the most important part of a party to me. It’s the centerpiece. So not only does it have to taste good, but it has to look good as well. We’ve ordered everyone of my kid’s birthday cakes from Beverly’s Best Bakery. This year Brayden sat down with Jen, the owner, and designed his cake. He wanted lots of volcanoes with lava. And he picked out his toy dinosaurs to go on the cake. The chocolate rocks that Jen used were a huge hit with the kids. Jen always goes all out and deals with me even though I refuse to let her use fondant
Aren’t dinosaurs just so much cuter with party hats on?
I’m not a fan of party favors. I hate the junk. Usually I do something practical, but it turns out Brayden loves the junk so the bags were just filled with dinosaur trinkets. I printed them on my printer.
The cookies were sugar cookies used with imprints of Brayden’s toys.
When Brayden was just a baby we went to a party with Prehistoric Pets. I knew they would be perfect for a dinosaur party. I was just expecting a couple of snakes and lizards, but they had such cool animals. The kids were engaged and entertained for over an hour. That’s not easy to do with 3 to 7 year olds! I was really proud of my boy for holding and touching the animals. They really do a great job with making the birthday kid feel special.
I even got to channel my inner Britney Spears. Don’t I look thrilled? I figured if B was brave enough to hold the animals I could do it too. Kennedy was even more excited (see her little feet in the background?).
Parties are so much work, aren’t they? Every year I contemplate not throwing one. And then you see their faces and how happy they are and how they thank you a million times and tell you it’s the best day ever. And it’s all totally worth it. I figure I only get to do this for a few more years. Then he might not want a big party anymore. I’m sure I’ll then be begging him to let me do a party. I’ll miss staying up all night making decorations that the kids don’t even notice and stressing over the tiny details, right?