Now that the photos are in, the hubs has more than come around, and you'll see why. I didn't include some of the more personal photos of the family and friends, as I don't want to fully put other people's kids (or mine, really) on the internet. Unless it's Facebook, where I'm a shameless baby poster. But there are plenty of other great things to check out, like the amazing Brooklyn Farmacy, the home away from home for our celebration. They were so easy to work with I almost felt like I was back in Virginia, home of Southern hospitality, and what's not to love about a place that makes homemade red velvet twinkies? My mom, mother-in-law and I supplemented their soda fountain menu with some savory items too, like the obligatory ham biscuits by my mom (I believe they were eaten so fast that there's unfortunately no photographic evidence of them), mini quiches by my wonderful mother-in-law, and egg free cupcakes from a mix by me, since the duckling's allergic to egg. They weren't great, but they didn't need to be with all the the sundaes, egg creams and sweets galore provided by the Farmacy.
But let me back up first. Here's the invitation I made with photoshop, a little elbow grease and free font search on google.
I went to Paper Source (is it weird that I have such a crush on them and Kelly?) to pick up some pretty robin's egg envelopes, and out the door they went. They got the vibe across, and best of all they were nearly free, having to only buy the envelopes and stamps, and fairly easy, what with my marginal photoshop skills.
Some of you may be asking (as did a few of our invitees), "call to 911? Quoi?". Without boring you with the long version of the story, we now know that the duckling is allergic to peanuts, tree nuts and eggs after a harrowing experience over Christmas that involved, among other things, foamy projectile vomit, bloody mucus and a visit to the back of an ambulance, hence the egg-free cupcakes and notable absence of peanut butter sundaes (the hubs' favorite dessert, mind you), at the festivities below. Aaaand now, the absence of any desire to finish my lunch. Foamy puke? Ew.
previous posts. The red tissue you see at the bottom are the personalized goody bags I made for each kid. How lucky was I to find ice cream cone bubble containers and punch balloons from Target on sale for the favors? Dizzestiny!
Not only were the balloons festive and functional, but they also made a great impromptu backdrop for family photos, of which we took about 150. Cousins with cousins, grannys with grandbabies, grandmas with grandpas, babies with dogs. I bought a bag of 72 balloons (they were cheaper that way) and ended up renting a helium tank. It sounds totally nuts but it was way cheaper than the quote of $5 a balloon to fill them the local party store gave me. $120 for hot air? Try again. I've got plenty that's free.
The helium issue was one of those moments I wished I lived in the suburbs (which also happens everytime I hear the words "Michaels Crafts" or "Ben Franklin Craft Store" or "Jo-Ann Fabrics"). I was able to rent a tank from the town where my in-laws live for less than $40, including paying to keep it for more than the included 24 hours. Imagine how crazy my husband thought I was when he awoke the day of the party to find me carnie-ing it up in the family room, bent over the rubber nozzle of a helium tank and surrounded by dozens of balloons.
Let's move onto (what else) the food.
Because there were so many wonderful friends and family members present who will be there with the duckling as he grows up, I thought it would be fun to have everyone write a note to the babe for him to read on his 18th birthday, like a hybrid between a time capsule and a message in a bottle. What with the soda fountain, ice cream, retro thing happening, only an old fashioned milk bottle would do the trick. I sealed the bottle with a handmade wax seal, using the "1" candle from his cupcakes. Reuse, reduce, recycle. Here's Grandma writing her little note to the babe. And no, I didn't read any of the notes save for the two I wrote. I get to write two notes because I'm his mom and it was my idea. I can just see Future Duckling now rolling his eyes when he discovers I snuck in an extra message, especially when he sees that it's four times as large as any of the others and double sided.