Celebrating my triplet’s birthday is three times the insanity.
By Kathy Kuiper
So, it’s official. We have four 6-year-olds. Yep, you heard that right. Our triplet girls turned 6 recently and we have another daughter who will be 7 next month. Funny thing is, she’s not very happy that her sisters “caught up” to her and she tells me regularly that it’s “not fair”. Yes, sweetie, I know, get used to it. I had a sister only a year younger than I am and I wasn’t very happy when she did things first. I remember specifically that she buttoned her coat first and later, got married before I did. When you’re the big sister, you seem to think you should do everything first.
The birthday celebration was quite an event. I justified the cost of it by telling myself that it was for three kids. Embarrassingly, the cost of the cake was more than our wedding cake, but that’s what happens when you take a peek at Pinterest and see “what other mom’s are doing.” Do me a favor and don’t tell their dad. I found myself spending hours on Pinterest for the first time, and even though I don’t have a crafty bone in my body, I thought that I could just find someone to copy the cake and that’s exactly what I did. Maybe guests assumed I made it. Nice.
The planning that went into it was a bit over the top, especially for me. I have a job and a crazy, busy life, but it was a little consuming knowing crafty moms would be there and I had to at least show some skills. It all started out with the carnival theme that again, I saw online. I think my husband thought I had gone mad when I asked him if we could do a candy-cake centerpiece. I ran to Michael’s and tried my hardest to figure out how to put this thing together. I bought the foam layers and the hot glue gun—which surprised even me because I’m as likely to own a glue gun, as I am a sewing machine. However, somehow, Bill and I ended up staying up till midnight one evening and were pretty proud of our creation.
We cringed as one kid at the party started ripping candy off of it. This was, after all, for show, and we plan on using it at Savannah’s party as well. Also, for the work we put into it, it may just show up every year for the next 12 birthdays. We had fun games, hot dogs, carnival fare, and a margarita machine for the adults—so of course, a few more guests came than otherwise may have. I’m pretty sure most people don’t want to come to a kid birthday party unless you’re related to the child, having the party, or have kids the same age yourself.
The amount of presents the triplets got was unbelievable. We opened it at home the next day to save the embarrassment of their comments at this age. “I already have that.” Gulp. “I don’t even like dolls.” Double gulp. It took them all about an hour to open all the gifts while I hurriedly wrote down who got what so I could send the thank-you cards out. Still, we have some unaccounted for gifts but hopefully people will understand that it was chaos. Our house was still covered with shoes that go with the Barbie’s, LEGOs and game pieces until the housecleaner came—and even then—we had five times more toys than before.
We sang Happy Birthday three times and of course, I wept a little reflecting on how it seems like yesterday that I had four kids under age 1, but of course, those years were a blur. So, I’m trying to soak up every bit of these years although sometimes in the middle of running kids to gymnastics, speech therapy, school and homework, it’s easy to be in “just do it” mode. My husband reminded me that we’re a third of the way to 18 now since he has a 22-year-old and has been to this rodeo before. Let me go take a nap now.