In full mode.

I stood there, in aisle 3, somewhere between Toy Story 3 and Cars party supplies staring at a thousand little add ons to make the perfect party that much more incredible. And my first thought was.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?
Really was this such a good idea? I mean he is 2, or will be in a week. Does he really need to hand out goody-bags? Did they even do that anymore?

My husband had taken the birthday boy off, running up and down aisles grabbing things, that weren't even on the list. He came flying down aisle 3, looking all proud of himself exclaiming he had found this best thing ever.

'And what about these? And these?' He shoves things in my face left and right. Streamers, birthday cupcake holders, and even something that resembled a baby carriage where among the items.None of which was anything that I had in mind. 'Umm dear, he is going to be 2.'

He just stares at me.
Clearly he had never thrown a birthday party before.

Not that I didn't appreciate the effort and I am sure most women would be over the moon if there husband was absolutely willing to help. But I have things in mind, I know what I want it to look like, how I wish it to be. And little baby carriages aren't exactly it.

You may ask, then what exactly is? I am no perfectionist, but I want it to be as close to perfect as I can, I look in these magazines, and on random blogs and I think, that, that is exactly what I want . And baby carriages weren't in it. I envision, balloons, and army men. Cool alien cupcakes and a barrel of monkeys. I envision several happy little boys running around our three story townhouse having a blast, not caring if we weren't going to playing games, because at 2 I don't think they will last long enough for games.

And toys, lots and lots of toys.

Of course, envisioning it is one thing, pulling it off is another. After all those blogs, and the websites are usually run by professionals. Either that, or by moms who have had several years of practice with this sort of thing.

Neither of which I am.

So with this picture in my head I stood there a little while longer, in aisle 3, planting, figuring and envisioning what my perfect birthday party for my son would be. Knowing that it may not be exactly right, or the picture perfect idea I have in my head.

But damn if I won't get it as close to it as I can.

Party to infinity and beyond.

Perhaps I missed my calling. In fact I am pretty sure I have. After deciding that we are officially throwing little man a birthday party-to the theme of Toy Story 3-I have gone right ahead and plunged into the planning of it. In doing so I am reminding myself how much I actually enjoy doing this sort of stuff. It is the same sort of rush I felt when I was planning my wedding. Except in this case its a whole lot cheaper.

So as I have said, I have found myself fully emerged into the planning of it. Not the easiest of tasks considering its pretty much two weeks away, and this has all been thought of in the past twenty four hours. Easy no, but not impossible. After all, I managed to pull off my wedding.

And thankfully. I am not alone. The internet has become my friend for the past two days, and the search engine has taken on an incredible task of looking up theme ideas, and cake ideas and anything that I can think of involving Toy Story 3. And I was pleasantly surprised by the results.

For instance how cute are these:



(image and recipe can be found at: http://www.bakerella.com/hamm-and-potatoes/)

A little overboard? Maybe but I did happen to think they were really cool. So much so that I am determined to see if I can recreate them this weekend. I realize this whole party is for a two year old. Another reason to totally not go over the top, because I promised myself I would not in a million years be one of those mothers. You know the ones that do it to impress everyone out there.

But lets be realistic. No matter how much I promised, in a lot of ways I want to impress. I want them to be wowed even. I feel as though I need to prove myself here, as a good mom. As a good wife. As a good something or other. Considering the circumstances, you would understand.

And lets not forget that he never got the whole one year party thanks in part to a massive blizzard last year. So why not go a little overboard?

Besides, you only two once right?

Which means, this weekend I will go in full force. Become superwoman and bake bake bake. In hopes that I will make one special little boy have the best 2nd birthday ever!

Wish me luck.