Birthday-o-rama

So, Ella is 3.  We just had the party on Sunday, and I am still recovering.  Ella is obsessed with Go Diego Go, so that was our theme.  If you haven’t seen Diego, you are missing a treat.  Diego is a small child, maybe 5 years old, who lives in the jungle of some unspecified, spanish speaking nation.  Diego has parents and an older sister named Alicia.  They are animal rescuers, so Diego is always telling us.  Diego has a best friend named Baby Jaguar.  Baby Jaguar and Diego are always rushing off, all over the world to rescue animals.  This is where the factual innacuracies begin.  Baby Jaguar has been a baby for a REALLY long time.  he has never eaten any of the animals that Diego rescues, and Diego’s parents, aside from being very neglectful to the point of letting a small child befriend a jaguar, seem not to live in Diegos tree house.  I say this because, as a mom, I would never let my 5 year old leave the house via a zip line. 

Now, as a whole Go Diego Go is not as annoying as, say Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, or even Dora the Explorer (who, incidentally, is Diego’s cousin.)  Dora is like Diego on acid.  At least Diego rescues animals that exist here on earth.  Dora lives in a rainbow and lollipop world of singing, dancing trolls, and talking trees.  She also has a head the size of a large watermelon, and she wears a belly shirt.  I hate that.  The whole thing is really rather trippy.

So anyway, Shawn and I being the loving parents we are,  wander on down to iParty and buy about $40 worth of Diego party themed crap.  All to make our baby girl happy.  We got hats, balloons, a table cloth, etc. ect.  Ella loved it.  She was in 3 year old birthday heaven.  The piece de resistance of the whole party was her gift.  It was a big girl bed.  To really sell the bed to her, we bought – DIEGO BEDDING! Ella hates change, to the point where if we borrow our dad’s van, she will  cry because she misses our car.  The Diego bedding was the only way we would get her to sleep in a bed before she had to move out to go to college. 

The best part of the whole party was that we, as parents, made the executive decision not to have a party that involved other people kids until next year, when we figure she will know the difference.  We only invited immediate family.  This brought the total to 15 people, including Ella, Will, and my little sister Greta who is Will’s age.  So we had a theme party for adults.  Really.  They even wore the hats.  Ella had a good time, and I guess thats all that matters.  Next year we will have to invite more kids.  I shudder at the thought, but my solace is that I will not be having the party here, but at some child party place, that makes cake and cleans up after the little imps.  So we are done for a year.  The only thing remaining is all the mexican food leftovers that we had for the party.  Does anyone want a taco?

* An afterthought.

If you ever have a Diego theme party, and end up inviting all adults, a fun game might be “pin the country on the nonspecifically spanish speaking child.”

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