It’s the girl’s birthday. 4. years. old.
I have no idea how we have made it this far without one of us losing our mind (although perhaps one of us has).
When we were originally planning for her party, I was trying to figure out which ‘theme’ she wanted.
We have had Toy Story and Sesame Street. She has a rather eclectic set of passions - Frozen, Legos, Thomas the train, Frozen, Superheroes, Frozen, trucks, Frozen, etc.
We have had Toy Story and Sesame Street. She has a rather eclectic set of passions - Frozen, Legos, Thomas the train, Frozen, Superheroes, Frozen, trucks, Frozen, etc.
I pulled up the Party City website and began scrolling through the available themes.
“Do you want a Frozen party? Spiderman? Peppa Pig?”
“Peppa! I want Peppa!”
And then, my super-duper helpful husband decides to chime in. “What about Olivia the pig, honey? You love the Olivia books.”
I should point out this is the moment when I decide to give him the look of utter disgust. If I had something I could have chucked at him, I probably would have. Not because I don’t enjoy Olivia, but because no one sells Olivia party supplies.
“OLIVIA!! YAY! I WANT OLIVIA!”
And there we had it - the winner of the 4th birthday party theme.
And there we had it - the winner of the 4th birthday party theme.
And my weekends suddenly flashed past my eyes. I knew that I’d be spending the next few weeks frantically trying to create any and all party decorations related to Olivia.
It helped that the girl is almost exactly like Olivia - she wears everyone out, including herself. If you have not yet familiarized yourself with Olivia, I suggest you do so.
She is a smart, strong and independent. Just like my 4-year-old.
She is a smart, strong and independent. Just like my 4-year-old.
