Birthday Balloons for my Baby Girl Made Me Crazy
So, it's no great shock that I planned and planned and planned for KP's birthday party. I started planning at Thanksgiving, and worked right through Christmas and New Year's crafting the invitations, making decorations, deciding on cupcake flavors and what they would look like...and everything had to have a Sesame Street theme. The balloon bouquet that was to serve as the main centerpiece was no different. It was planned. Planned quite carefully, I might add.
And that's where I went wrong.
Y'all know about what happens to me when I plan.
So, on the Wednesday before the party, my mom, Katie-Pie and I headed over to the party supply store to pick out the main bouquet and the balloons that were to be attached to each goodie bag. I picked out the individual balloons, and told them that multi-colored curling ribbon would work just fine....make it colorful....it's for a party full of toddlers...toddlers like color.
For the main centerpiece, I
But I had to have an Elmo balloon. A big one....My baby girl is NUTS for Elmo. Elmo is her man. If there was to be only one decoration for her party, it was going to have to be an Elmo balloon, or I would risk losing her love and affection (not really, but you know what I mean). And, BINGO!!!! They had the perfect Elmo balloon! Ummmm...WINNING!! Oh yes, I'll take that $12 Mylar Elmo balloon. (Yes, you read that correctly....I paid $12 dollars for just that ONE balloon....this does not include the rest of the balloon order, nor does it take the Sesame Street napkins or plates into account). Then, I selected the big Cookie Monster balloon. Not as large as Elmo, but large enough. You know, not to overshadow Elmo, just to be his friend....Elmo had to be center stage.
They nice lady asked if I needed the order immediately, and I told her no....I don't need it until Saturday afternoon. Would 1230P work? Yes, yes it would. Awesomeness. So, off we go, to do some Elmo shoe shopping for KP at Stride Rite. I'm calm, I'm happy, and things are wrapping up nicely.
Then, it came time to pick up the order.
I was already getting antsy about a few things on Saturday morning. I needed hubby to load the ice chests with the Kool-Aid Jammers, water and bottles of soda. I needed for said drinks to be iced down so that they would be brain-freeze cold for the party. I needed for the table decorations and cupcakes to be loaded into one of our vehicles for transport to The Little Gym. I needed for KP's party outfit (which was already packed and ready in her Elmo backpack) to make it to the party. And, I needed for the balloons to be picked up. I wasn't worried about the food, because Amie was taking care of that for me, and she's as on top of things as I am.
Hubby was great that morning. After I told him that I was getting anxious about the drinks getting cold enough in time, he stopped everything that he was doing, went to Spec's to purchase ice and came home to take care of the drinks for me. I had also charged him with picking up the balloons, but with time getting short, I decided that my mom, Katie-Pie, and I would go pick them up. Just in case there was an issue, I could handle it....and he still needed to get dressed. So, off we go to the party store.
Hindsight being 20/20, that was the best decision, as there was no way that all of those balloons (roughly 40 balloons) would have fit into his Mustang. No. Way. At. All. They barely fit in my Santa Fe! Poor KP was screaming at the Cookie Monster balloon, because he was all kinds of in her face and there was no where to move him so that he wouldn't be practically suffocating her. Poor baby....
Anywho....we get to the store at 1215P, and they had *just* started filling the order. I felt really bad for the folks working (at first), because apparently noon was the "Hey! Let's order balloon bouquets that we need to have right now!" time. There was a line of about eight people holding packages upon packages of balloons that they needed filled immediately. I was waiting patiently in line (hey, I still had 15 minutes before the order was supposed to be ready) when the nice manager lady asked if I had an order placed. I told her that I did, indeed, have an order and I handed her my little slip of paper. She gasped and told her two co-workers to stop what they were doing and complete my order ASAP. That was very nice of her, and I thanked her.
So, about 20 minutes after our agreed upon pick-up time, the order was ready. We're cutting it close to party time, and my mom still hasn't had a chance to get herself dressed. I grab the balloons, grandma scoops up the birthday girl, and off we go to the car. We strap KP into her car seat, then begin the process of shoving balloons into the back of the car, and try not to burst any of them. We get them all in, my mom gets in the car, and I head to the driver's seat, but as I close the back door, I notice it......
Elmo has a limp arm.
I pick him up, and can feel air leaking out of him. I tried to get that one $12 balloon out of the bouquet and couldn't do it. I ended up taking my car key and using it as a knife to rip (not cut) the string that had him attached to the bouquet. I leave my mom in the car with Katie-Pie and head back into the store.
As I approach the balloon counter, I hold dead Elmo out like an offering. Blonde-wanna-be chick looks at me and says, "Did you even buy that balloon from here?!"
-CLICK!!-
"Ummmm, yes, I purchased it from here on Wednesday and you just filled it with helium."
Manager lady said, "Yes, she did. That's the order that we just filled, and we were late. Go get that other package from aisle nine, open it up and get the Elmo balloon out."
(which is a whole other story for another time)
After about five minutes, she comes back and says that she can't find it. Off I go to look for it myself....no go. I can't find the package either. Slight feeling of panic is starting to set in. They are officially out of the perfect Elmo balloon. But wait! There is another......Not as grand as the original Elmo balloon, but he would do. My little girl had to have an Elmo balloon. No questions, no excuses, no nothing. There had to be an Elmo balloon in this bouquet.
So, we get replacement Elmo. He's cute enough and will get the job done. He's filled with helium, tied off with a piece of colorful curling ribbon, and off I go. Gotta get my mom back to my brother's apartment so that she can get dressed, get other stuff loaded into the cars and get to the party. KP's having fits in the back seat because she can't escape from Cookie Monster, and as my mom is holding the new Elmo balloon, he splits across the neck!!
WHAT THA?!?!?!?!? You're kidding me, right?!!? Seriously?!?! No way that this is happening!!! We haven't even pulled out of the parking lot!!!
No time to go back in now....I'll handle it on the way to the party (the store is on the way).
Get my mom to the apartment, and kick her out of the car (poor baby is now screaming at the Cookie balloon), rush to the house, get her out and into daddy's car and grab some water. Thankfully, hubby had already loaded the gift bags and cupcakes in his car, so we were good. Time to run back to the apartment, get my mom, go back to the party store, and get to the party...which starts in about 20 minutes.
Back in the store, I approach the counter, once again, with a dead Elmo. The lady looks at me and is like, "Again?!?!"
Yes, again, fix it now. Right now....my baby's party starts in 15 minutes. Remedy this situation, or we're going to have a serious problem. My little girl MUST have an Elmo balloon.
Back to the shelf and guess what??? They don't have another of Elmo Balloon #2.
I don't care if you have to fill an Elmo pinata with helium, I paid twelve flippity-do-da dollars for one Elmo balloon, and my daughter loves Elmo and THERE WILL BE AN ELMO BALLOON!!!!!! (I did not raise my voice, I promise. I was only yelling in my head.)
So, we end up with an Elmo that looks like he's for a little boy's party. He's small and holding a balloon that reads, "Happy Birthday". Elmo is wearing shorts and a t-shirt with a star on it...and he's woefully smaller than Cookie Monster. My mom and I showed up right at 2P (when the party was starting), frazzled, hyperventilating, dazed, and I was extremely disappointed about not having the perfect Elmo balloon for Katie-Pie. But you know what??
Baby Girl LOVED him.
And he's STILL flying high.....three weeks later.
All is right with her world.
And all is right with my world because all is right with hers.
I'm a little more insane. A little crazier. I think that I got a gray hair over this entire Elmo balloon debacle. I learned that I had become one of "those" mothers......
And I'd do it all again to see that smile on her face






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