Time flies and I’m not happy about it. I’m never happy about it but I’m most unhappy on a child’s birthday. I’m even more unhappy about it when it is an oldest child’s birthday or a youngest child’s birthday. (Sorry RJ and Chris, you two don’t make me nearly as grouchy as your siblings – but everybody knows that.)
Yesterday, was E’s birthday. She is eight. And I hate it. Children. They should not grow up.
On the otherhand, it’s E and her birthday cupcakes for school that launched the weekly Cupcake Topper posts so that is a good thing. I enjoy all of my cupcake topper visitors, very much. I don’t, however, enjoy shopping for E’s cupcake toppers every year.
After last year’s fiasco, I swore we would not wait til the last minute to buy cupcake toppers. I mean, geez, I think about cupcake toppers every single week. You’d think I’d be organized enough to have this taken care of. But no, I only dream of being organized (You larger families people can stop laughing). Instead, I’d rather hobble around Michaels and Factory Card Outlet on a bad sprain and ponder the lack of mini flocked animal cuties. They were such a hit with E (and the dog) last year that she requested them again. She was out of luck.
We were torn between a) Discovery safari animals (umm no) or horses (umm if we have to) b) some “finishers” that were adorable (but TW rightly mentioned that they look like candy and she was concerned about the kids trying to eat them) c) mini butterflies (which I thought were awesome) d) mini jointed teddy bears (that TW liked but I hated) e) mini hedgehoggy looking animals (but they weren’t hedgehogs, just spikey like hedgehogs) f) cat erasers (blah).
We ended up with the cat erasers and E was happy. Or she seemed happy with them this morning when TW dropped them off. I swear, either the child isn’t having anymore birthdays or I WILL BE PREPARED NEXT YEAR. Or, it will be like every year. My bark is worse than my bite.
I’m desperately looking for bride and groom cupcake picks or tiny plastic figurines for our wedding! Maybe you’ve come across something similar in your searches? I’m having no luck, and I thought these would be a cinch to find. Any info would be greatly appreciated. Thanks, Sue
Ha! You were supposed to tell her she was eighteen & too big for cupcakes. What happened to that, huh?
Susan – I’ll find you some brides and grooms. I have links somewhere in my spurls or delicious. Hang tight.
Skeeter, are you insane? Well yea, you are, but you should track down some meds. The child cannot be 18. Bad enough Michelle is going on and on about being 17 in six months. Geez.
Besides, babies are never too old for cupcakes. You’re just jealous ’cause Brad is too far away for you to make him some – with PEZ toppers! Heh
Hey now! It wasn’t me who said it! I was quoting you, from last year’s blog linked above:
“If the darn kid had just listened to me and believed me when I said she is not going to be 7, she’s just going to be 4 then we wouldn’t be in this situation. We could have sent regular cupcakes and gift bags and all sorts of fun little kid toys to preschool rather than cupcakes with funky tops on them. Next year I’m going to tell her she’s 18 and too old for cupcakes.”
I’m jealous of anyone hwo has small fry in their lives, or who has big kids close enough for frequent hugs, duh!
Yes well, that was last year when the dog ate the cuties (and then the backpacks and lunchboxes). I was ready for all of them to grow up and go away. Lasted all of about 10 minutes. 🙂
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