Friday, June 12, 2009

Birthday Pinata Project

No, Nimue won't be seven until August. But, given everyone's vacations and my not having contact information for all of Nim's friends, it's nearly impossible to get a quorum together for a birthday party in the middle of the summer, and once again, we're having her birthday party early. Tomorrow, in fact.

I'm still running around like a chicken with my head cut off, but some things are done, the cake's in the oven, and this tired Ma needs to sit down. I was pretty happy with the way the cat head pinata Nimue requested turned out, so you all get the blow-by-blow description. The pinata was made entirely from things that were squirelled away in the closet :)

1. Start by making a vaguely cat-head-shaped blob using balloons, a plastic bag, and tape. Thank Chad for bike pump nozzle for inflating said balloons, since all that was in the house was a bag of water balloons.

 

Show kid the joy of using static electricity to stick balloons on the wall, and then watch the cat go berserk trying to get them.

2. Put approximately 3 layers of paper mache over the head shape.

 

3. Cut a hole in the back to put the candy in. Pop all the balloons inside and dump them out. Poke a wire in the top for hanging. Panic about structural stability of hanging apparatus and reinforce with duct tape. Reinforce yet again on the inside because duct tape is cool and mom is paranoid.

 

4. Cut tissue paper into little squares and painstakingly glue them all over the head by wrapping them around a pencil, dipping in glue, and pressing to the appropriate spot on the head. Curse the wind in the back yard as it blows myriad tissue paper squares into the plate full of Gooey Glue.

 

Enjoy the exclamation "It's coming out just like I wanted it" when child gets home from school.

5. Keep gluing tissue paper until entire structure is covered. Rejoice that something finally made a significant dent in the growing pile of saved tissue paper in the closet. Fill the pinata with saltwater taffy (yum!), close the door, and try in vain to keep the kid from molesting it.

 

 

I fear that all my dealing-with-kid-stuff energy is used up for the week. Alas, one still has to survive the actual party.

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