(Reading that title you may think I’m just speaking in hyperbole, but no.  Oh no.  I speak the truth!  But more on that later…)

It was BIRTHDAY BASH time for our summer babies!

So what better way to celebrate then to go wild and crazy with a bunch of family and friends at the Little Gym (a.k.a. The Happy Place for our Little Monkeys)?!?

We set the kids loose and they ran, jumped, slid, flipped, flopped, and SO SO much more!

As if that wasn’t enough entertainment, we even provided our Little Party-Goers with THREE firetrucks to look at outside!

(Am I an Over-Achiever or what?!?)

Okay, so we didn’t actually orchestrate that part.  As it so happened, the fire department had been called in because some smoke was noticed at the animal hospital next door.

No biggie, right?  Just a possible fire only a few feet away from a room FULL of small children.

Whatev.

Undeterred, we lined up the kiddos and headed for the party room.

We were just about to serve a whole lotta pizza and cake to the crowd, and THEN guess what happened…?

We were told to evacuate.

Crap.

Like any good (panicking) Party Planner I quickly tried to come up with a Plan B.  But what the heck could I do for a Plan B?!?  All of the kids were hungry and suffering from low blood sugar,  it was way hot to eat outside on the sidewalk, and my Little Miss and Mister hadn’t even blown out their candles yet!  This was going to be a disaster.

But then, glory of all glories, a fire fighter came back in and told us that everything was under control and we did NOT, in fact, have to evacuate.  Hallelujah!

Time to eat cake.

Phew.

What a day…what a party!  It was nuts.  And dramatic.  And awesome.

We wouldn’t want it any other way.