Superheroes and Pirates

 For months, Ptolemy talked about having a Spiderman birthday party.  Then one day at Cherry Hill, I asked him if he wanted to have a pirate birthday party there, next to the pirate ship.  Built-in decorations, built-in entertainment, done.  And because three-year-olds are generally forgetful and easily confused, he said yes.

But  three-year-olds have an uncanny ability to remember things at inopportune times, too.  Like the morning of their birthday, eight hours before their pirate party, when they say, "Where's my Spiderman party?  I wanted to have a Spiderman party at our house!"

Well, we have access to Pinterest, we could probably convince some kids to show up, and there has to be something red and blue in the day-old bakery section at the grocery store, so why not?

Two hours later, kids were making their way through a cool spiderweb maze to get popsicles at the other end.

 They were eating milk and cookies.  Told you there would be something vaguely Spiderman-y in the day-olds.

Kids were also being creative with homemade play-doh, chopsticks, straws and all the plastic knives that are always left over when all the forks and spoons are gone.

 Oh, and there were Spiderman plates, which we didn't use, and taffy, all of which got hogged up.

 And since I had eyeliner handy, everyone had to have a spiderweb somewhere on their body, or they couldn't come to the party.  Oooh, that sounds mean.  I was just kidding.

 MEanwhile, there was Diet Coke for the grown-ups and a chance for Nikki and Jennie to get all caught up on Nor's exciting life.

 Tricia and Jim came and were entertained by the madness, including the boys punching the heck out of each other, right in the vicinity of Tricia's broken foot.  Man, she is patient!

 For the rest of the afternoon, Abe and Ptolemy played with the stacking robots Abe gave Tolly.  What a great toy!

 And then it was time for the Pirate Party at Cherry Hill, which was characterized by all the popsicles you could possibly drip down your chin, high winds and chattering teeth.  Kids don't care what the weather is, even if their lips are blue.  Actually, it was probably the blue popsicles that were to blame for that.  Despite the wind, it was still probably 80 degrees.

 A popsicle in each hand.  Jackson did his part to lighten the cooler.

 Grandma and Grandpa are such good sports!

 Jersey

 Rolayne

And their sassy little friend, Tziporah.

After we got home and showered the popsicle juice off, Scott took his baby boy to Dylan's for half-price shakes.  Because why not.  It was his birthday, right?!  Ptolemy ended up getting a whole kid's meal because, I'm pretty sure he didn't eat anything all day besides cookies, play-doh and popsicles.  I know I warmed up the same piece of pizza for him about three times over the course of the day, but he never did buckle down and eat it.

So he came home at 10 pm, full and happy and tired.  Birthday success!