As many of you know, Brooke has a thing for birthday parties. She loves them. And more than anything, she loves planning them.

She told Luau days ago that she would be throwing him a surprise party. (I’ll give you a minute.)

She told him that he’d have to wait outside until we told him to come in. Ed note: It took a little convincing to get her to modify the plan, but, given the pouring rain last night, she allowed him to wait in our bedroom instead.

She told him that we would all yell, “Surprise.”

She told him there would be a game of Pin the Bracelet on the Brooke.

And, of course, she told him there would be a piñata.

As soon as dinner was over last night, Brooke ran off to get ready. She sent Luau upstairs and told Katie and I to “hide low” in the kitchen and get ready to jump up and yell, “Surprise!”

My only job in all of this was to secure the cake. Luau had requested an ice cream cake. Which was particularly awesome given that there’d be no expectation of it being homemade, and therefore far less opportunity for him to be disappointed.

I’d gotten the cake and put it down on the counter when I got home. Which is where it then sat throughout dinner. And party prep. And Brooke running us through “Surprise!” drills. I assume you see where this is going. I didn’t.

When it was time, Luau dutifully went upstairs and Brooke shuttled us into our spots.

He came down and was completely and utterly shocked (or not) when we jumped from our hiding spots and shouted, “Surprise!” thereby kicking off the festivities.

From here on out, we’ll let the pictures (and their descriptions) tell the story.


{image is a photo of Brooke putting a blindfold (my pink scarf) onto Luau in preparation for the piñata. He is also wearing the JoJo the Clown party hat that she gave him, as you do.}

{image is a photo Katie leading a blindfolded Luau toward the piñata}


{image is a photo of Luau trying to figure out how to hit the piñata. You might notice that I’ve hung it right in front of our front door. On which there are a number of windows. Right at the height of the man who is about to try to bash the thing hanging inches away from them with a large stick. I’m a genius. }


{image is a photo of Luau after an unsuccessful attempt to break the star. I have about 14 more photos like this.}


{image is a photo of Luau laughing as he tries yet again. I have about 14 more of these too.}


{image is a photo of Brooke encouraging Luau to break it. If the camera were turned around, you’d see me freaking out thirty seconds later as Luau lifted the stick not realizing she was there. Fear not, she made it out of harm’s way. Sadly, so did the piñata.}


{image is a photo of Luau knocking down the piñata. Except .. }


{image is a photo of the piñata on the ground, completely intact. Hmm.}


{image is a photo of Luau attacking the now defenseless piñata, determined to break that sucker open.}


{image is a photo of Luau celebrating his hard-won success. Is it just me, or is this a little Jake the Pirate-ish?}

After the piñata had finally succumbed to Luau’s strength, it was time for Pin the Bracelet on the Brooke. In this game, Brooke hands the birthday boy her bracelet. (The yellow one that she wears all the time.) He then has to close his eyes and get it back onto her wrist. Editorial commentary: I love this so damned much. 


{image is a photo of Luau with his eyes closed, searching for Brooke, who hasn’t yet given him the bracelet, but nonetheless decided he needed to have his eyes closed.}


{image is a photo of Luau successfully “pinning” the bracelet on the Brooke.}

Next it was time for cake. Brooke had gathered the rest of Luau’s guests at the table.


{image is a photo of a battalion of Brooke’s figurines along with Clifford the Big Red dog. They are all ready to sing.}

And then there was the cake.


{image is a photo of the ice cream cake that I’d left on the counter. It was, well, let’s just say that those candles that Brooke insisted Daddy needed in his cake (a four and a five) had a tough time staying upright in the ice cream soup. I. Am. Awesome. <still sarcasm>}


{image is a photo of Luau seeing his cake for the first time. I have no idea how to describe the look on his face other than to say that it’s how someone would look if they were looking at a pretty much completely melted ice cream cake. Love ya, babe.}


{image is a photo of Luau making his wish, flanked by the girls. He’s probably wishing for a not melted cake. Sorry, Sport, not even the birthday fairy can make that one come true.}


{image is a photo of Luau blowing out the candles.}


{image is a photo of Katie, Luau and Brooke, eating a melted ice cream cake the only way you can – with three spoons.}

I hope you liked your party, Luau. We may be a walking yard sale, but we’re your walking yard sale. And we love you. A lot.

Happy Birthday!

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  1. I can’t be the only one that scrolled all the way down to the photos of the cake before I finished reading the whole post 🙂 Looks like a great party!

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  3. Funny! And beautiful! Thank you for sharing the fun. Btw your last piece got Barb and I thinking how we may provide transcripts so loud mute radio is more accessible. We love what you have to say and how you say it. You are appreciated! Lois

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