When I didn't have a child, I cringed at the thought of being invited to a kid's birthday party. My girlfriends understood, even the ones who picked me as their daughters' godmother, and they spared me the invitations to Chuck-E-Cheese, Pump it Up or My Little Gym. My dislike lasted even after Amelia was born. Her first birthday was celebrated at her grandparents with 5 adults. Worried that Ame wouldn't have pictures with another child her own age on her first birthday, my friend Kate and her daughter Ellie, also one, invited us over for cupcakes.
But when Amelia began getting invited to birthday parties, I started appreciating these events for the first time in my life. Quoting my friend Terry, a kid's birthday party takes care of two hours of your day when you don't have to entertain your own child. I particularly grew fond of those parties form 9AM to 11AM. I have an early riser so 9AM was like midday for us and 11AM was nap time. I also loved the coffee and the cinnamon buns for the sleep deprived parents.
Now that she's three I'm liking them even more. The last two Sundays Amelia has been invited to birthday parties for her new girlfriends in school. Last Sunday's party was at The Peggy Notebaert Nature Museum in Lincoln Park where Amelia touched a real live turtle and saw a live stick bug for the first time ever. The birthday girl's Daddy had his band play live music for the kids and my daughter couldn't stop dancing.