The Pink Party

The concept of The Pink Party came to be when I was in 5th grade and unable to decide on a theme for my birthday party. The only think I liked for sure besides my 80's charm bracelet (You totally know you had the baby bottle on yours) was the color pink. So The Pink Party was born. At my party there was a prize for the person wearing the most pink. My friend Carrie thought she was clever by layering on all of her wardrobe that contained pink. Several items were sweaters. She bore a striking resemblance to the Michelin Man and was rendered immobile for the duration of the party. The winner wore a billion tiny hair clips and bracelets. She is now a professor at an Ivy League University, and I write a blog (Fie upon you Cathy Brown and your hair clips!). Hmm, go figure. So when this year Carrie's niece was planning the festivities to celebrate her third year and said that she wanted a Pink Party, Carrie knew exactly what to do. Little Belle also had one sole request when it came to presents. Gum. And when told that her Aunt Carrie would have to check in with Belle's mommy prior to granting the gum request, Belle wisely told Carrie in her most suspicious almost three year old voice: "No say her," presumably because she knew how her mom would respond. Smart kid.

Decked out in pink from head to toe, all ready for the party
The dancing to the traditional Birthday Bee-Bop rendered my gregarious child totally freaked out so she just hung out on my lap. The cupcakes! Speak! For! Themselves!