Hobbit Birthday Party Games

April 26th, 2013

When you live in a small house, and have invited fourteen nine-year-old boys to come over with swords for a homemade hobbit birthday party, the last thing you want to hear is that thunder battles are predicted for that day’s weather. If you have any pull with the storm giants, please ask them to simmer down by late afternoon, so we can take our more raucous hobbit birthday party games outside.

Whenever we do a homemade birthday party, I aim for an hour of structured activity in the middle. Depending on the number of guests, that means time for around four games, which is as much structure as a bunch of excitable kids can be expected to handle, when cake beckons from the side board. I mostly stick to the classic party games I knew as a kid, like Pin the Tail, and Pass the Parcel, or Hot Potato, which can be adapted to any theme.

I asked all three of my kids for ideas for hobbit birthday party games, and here’s what we’ve got planned:

Riddle Contest

Guests try to answer riddles. The person who answers the most riddles correctly wins a prize. I put my sixth grader to work on this one, gathering clever riddles from the internet, and collating them into a document. He is counting on being the “Riddle Master.”

Ring, Ring, Who’s Got the Ring?

Based on Who’s Got the Button. Kids sit or stand in a circle with the birthday child in the center, holding a ring between his palms. Everyone keeps their own palms clasped together, while the ring master goes around the circle, tapping each set of hands with his own. Along the way, he secretly transfers the ring into someone’s hands. When he has gone around the circle completely, he stands in the middle and chants, Ring, Ring, Who’s Got the Ring?, pointing to someone to make the first guess. If the child guesses incorrectly, the guess passes to the child to his left. The child who guesses correctly takes the ring and becomes the Ring Master for the next round. Everyone wins a Ring Pop in the end.

Pin the Tail on Smaug

We’re lucky to have several talented artists in this house! I’ve asked my fourteen-year-old to draw one of his fearsome dragons on poster board for a game of “Pin the Tail.” I can’t imagine anyone alive doesn’t know how this game works, but just in case: guests take turns being blindfolded, spun around three times, and pointed toward a target with a paper cut-out of the missing element (in this case, the tip of the dragon’s tail) in their hands. The tail has a bit of tape or removable glue dot on the back, so it will stick to the poster (or the wall). The person who comes closest to the target position wins a prize.

Spiders and Dwarves Tag

Based on the tag game, Sharks and Minnows, one or two children are selected to be the spiders. The rest of the kids (the dwarves) have to try to cross Mirkwood forest (the front yard) without being tagged. Whoever is tagged joins the spiders. The last dwarf tagged is the winner.

Troll Pinata

Our homemade hobbit birthday party pinata is (mostly) dry. It needs a little patching, and then it will be ready to paint and fill.

Winding Up

I like to give about half an hour for guests to arrive. Sometimes I’ll have a simple craft set out to keep things from getting completely out of control. Still thinking about what this might be. I found a bucket of flat craft gems last night in the craft supplies box, and am thinking they could be used to decorate drinking cups or something. Any suggestions?

Prizes and Favors

I suppose it’s considered kind of barbaric in the 21st century, but I am kind of old school when it comes to party games. There are winners and a few special prizes (hoping I can find a few inexpensive geodes at our educational supply store today). There are also activities where everyone gets a treat, like Ring Pops for playing Who’s Got the Ring. There will be more sweets and treats in the pinata. And of course, everyone gets a favor to take home (we used to call them loot bags). I’m leaning toward bubble pipes, but gold chocolate coins have also been suggested.

Winding Down

After games, the birthday boy opens cards and presents (again, old school), and we have cake. Which so far looks like this:

Are you seeing the Lonely Mountain? With a cone on top?

After cake, it’s outside until pick-up time, supposing we all have to huddle on the front porch and watch the thunder battle. I’ll take my chances with the storm giants rather than stay inside with fourteen caked-up dwarves with weapons.

So much left to do today. I’ve got more bunting to hang, a troll head to paint, a mountain to build, and prizes to find. In the words of Prince Humperdinck, I’m swamped. Come back for cake tomorrow.

 

Hobbit Birthday Party Bunting

April 25th, 2013

The hardest part of making hobbit birthday party bunting is getting in and out of Pinterest with a feasible plan before you lose years of your life in the real world. Seriously. Those pinners are into hanging some triangles, man. I’ll venture bunting is second only to mason jars in Pinterest obsessions.

Having finally found a couple of helpful tips for stringing pennants together without a sewing machine, we headed off to buy materials. This turned out to be the second hardest part of making hobbit birthday party bunting. Certain people wanted to make the flags out of cardstock in bold primary colors or cool black and white prints. Certain other people insisted “green stripes” not found in cardstock in either craft supply chainstore. At ten minutes to closing, those certain people found two calico fabric prints they deemed perfect, which necessitated the first people paying additional money for a pair of pinking shears and a bottle of wine.

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Supplies: one yard each of coordinating calico cloth, one pair pinking shears, one roll jute twine. Cost: $18.94 and two hours of my life I will never get back.

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For the pennant template, I drew a triangle six inches wide along the fold of a manila file folder, so that it opened up into a diamond shape. I wish I could remember where I got this tip, but my bunting quest through Pinterest is a blur.

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I spread my fabric out, doubled the way it comes on the roll, and started tracing triangles with a permanent marker. The file folder template lets you flip open the triangle to trace another on top, and just makes things a little easier. The wine functions in much the same way.

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Then I got out my spanking new pinking shears, and started cutting. I got about 72  six-inch-wide pennants from each yard.

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From there, it was just a matter of punching holes in the corners, and stringing the pennants onto a 12-foot length of jute twine.

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I did make one rookie mistake, which was to buy one fabric (the dark green) that was only printed on one side. I was stumped for a minute, thinking I would have to glue pairs of them together, when I realized I could just punch holes through two pieces at once, back to back. That meant fewer dark green triangles than the checked ones, but it works. Voila, reversible bunting.

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I managed to get one bunting hung up before going to bed a little past midnight. I’m hoping we can get five more strung together after school today, and that it will go much more quickly now that the pennants are all cut. We still have a troll head pinata to paint, after all. But it’s starting to look like a party around here already.

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Hobbit Birthday Party Pinata, Part I

April 24th, 2013

 How to Make a Hobbit Birthday Party Pinata, Part I

Step 1: Blow up a large balloon.

Step 2: Be glad you bought two balloons.

Step 3: Gather flour, water, newspaper, and a basin for paste. Preferably outside. A pack of wet wipes will come in handy, too.

Step 4: Mix one part flour and one and a half parts water, adding more water as needed to make a paste the consistency of glue. Pour into basin.

Step 5: Tear newspaper into strips 1-2 inches wide (torn edges fuse better). Full length pieces were somewhat unwieldy. Maybe tear the section across at the fold first. Dip individual strips of paper in paste, using your fingers as a squeegee to remove excess (my highly sensate birthday boy loved getting his hands in the goop). Layer wet strips of paper everywhichaway over the balloon, which will be getting very slippery and rolly, like wallpapering a greased piglet. Smooth the paper as you go, adding extra paste over any dry patches.

Step 6: When balloon is entirely coated with a layer of newspaper, hang it up to dry, hoping that wasps don’t mistake it for a fancy new high rise development.

Step 7: Check it the next morning. Realize the pinata may need reinforcement if it’s not to shatter on the first blow, and that it could be days before your troll head is ready for hair and makeup. In the meantime, go to Pinterest and research party bunting. Become quickly exhausted. Retreat to Facebook, where you can feel like you’ve accomplished something if you’ve managed to put pants on.

Today, it’s onto bunting, and probably another layer of papier-mâché (the application of which takes about 30 minutes from start to finish, by the way). Meantime, here’s a cute pin-able quote from Winnie-the-Pooh for all you energetic pinners. Just click the photo to go to the pin!

Hobbit Birthday Party Invitations

April 22nd, 2013

“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

The “baby” is turning nine this weekend, and he wants a Hobbit birthday party to celebrate. He has been reading the leather-bound edition of the book I gave his father years ago, and is as captivated by it as J.R.R. Tolkien could have ever hoped a child would be. When he got as far into the story as the recent movie goes, we watched it together, and he declared it to be the greatest cinematic work in history. His enthusiasm has been contagious–his dad and oldest brother are now rereading it, and I’ve been listening to a beautifully narrated version. We are all on board with a Hobbit birthday party theme.

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Anyone familiar with my blog or book knows that I love a homemade birthday party. We’ve done wizards, dragons, fancy dress, video gaming–you name it. I haven’t met the theme yet that can’t be easily adapted to pin the tail on something. But I’m terrible at time management, and I always wind up in a mad panic the day of the party.

So I turned to my magical, make-it-happen book, and I made a plan.

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The plan is to work on the party a little bit each day this week, and see if that cuts down on the last-minute crazy. I also thought I might blog each day’s work, to help keep me on task and to create a resource for anyone else looking for Hobbit birthday party ideas.

Sunday, we printed up and assembled the Hobbit birthday party invitations. And by “we,” I mean “I.”

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For these, we used a 20-count pack of specialty printer paper, and gold rings found in the jewelry-making section of the craft store. The total cost was less than five dollars, and I asked his teacher to help hand-deliver them at school, so no postage cost. I will follow up today with parents via email, though, just to be on the safe side.

The birthday boy/head burglar was very particular that the invitations should state “You Have Been Chosen.” It’s more of a command than a request.

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After school today we’re going to papier-mâché a punching balloon and see if we can’t turn it into a pinata that looks like a troll. Come back tomorrow to see how that goes. Any tips?

 

Color Me Rad: my (next) first 5K run

April 17th, 2013

It’s a mad world, isn’t it? I’m sitting here wondering if it’s okay to invite people to join me in a 5K fun run that ends with runners being “bombed” with color as they cross the finish line, as if it would occur to any of us to take that verb literally in the context of a community sporting event. As if crossing a finish line might ever involve actual bombs.

As if such things happened.

If you have been directly affected by the unthinkable violence at the Boston Marathon finish line on Monday, please let me know so I can keep you in my thoughts and prayers. If you were not personally involved, but are feeling overwhelmed, you might be helped by this approach to bearing the unbearable. It has helped me find a way to be compassionate towards other people’s losses without losing my own joy.

If you are in the Little Rock area, and can join me and some blogging friends in the Color Me Rad 5K on June 15, I won’t make it out to be any kind of statement. We will be running for the sheer fun of it, just as we had planned to do before. Which, come to think of it, might be one of the most potent statements to be made in the shadow of terror.

This will be my second attempt at my first 5K run, after training last fall only to miss it, in a typical time management fail. I’ve kept “run a 5K race” in steady rotation on my to-do list, but had trouble committing to a date until I was contacted by Color Me Rad. I have wanted to do one of these “color runs” since I first saw pictures of rainbow dusted runners showing up in my social media stream. I told them I would love to participate, and did they mind if I brought a friend or, um, nine along?

Little Rock, I give you your Color Me Rad Lady Blogger team:

My team co-captains are: Alison, Amy (and daughter Mary Polly),  JacklynKerriSarabeth (and daughter Elizabeth), Sarah, and Whitney.

We would love for you to run/walk/amble with us, by choosing “join a team” at registration and searching under Team Captain Kyran Pittman. Or you can run as an independent, free spirit, and pretend like you don’t even know us. Either way, use code rmhca when registering to get 10% off race registration, and 15% will be donated to our local Ronald McDonald house. Or root for us with a tax-deductible donation that goes directly to our local Ronald McDonald House. A buck, or five bucks, if you have it to spare, will help provide families with a home away from home while their children are receiving treatment at area hospitals.

(Another way to give is to volunteer. Color Me Rad will donate $75 per volunteer who works a 5 hour shift. Duties include pelting people like me with packets of colored cornstarch. Contact Emily at 501-978-3119 or emily@rmhclittlerock.org for details.)

Also, stay tuned for my forthcoming training app, “A Mere Ten Months to 5K.”

I leave you with this clip from Chariots of Fire, and the ardent hope that you will claim your joy–where ever you find it–and defend it to your dying breath.


ColorMeRad.com is covering registration costs for me and my co-captains, and sent us rad rainbow knee socks and headbands, but only a few trucker hats, over which we are fighting.

Grown ups wanted.

April 12th, 2013

Kids need adults to act like grown ups.

Grown ups who understand it is our job to protect, teach, and correct children–through adolescence--until they are grown up.

Grown ups who don’t just preach compassion, empathy and respect, but set an example of it in all our affairs, including the media we produce, consume and share:  the snark we tweet, the tabloid magazines we buy,  the “guilty pleasure” reality shows on our dvrs. All of it.

Grown ups who have dealt with our own wounds from childhood and adolescence, and can confront those issues with our kids from a place that is responsive, not reactive.

Grown ups who can keep those same issues out of their grown up relationships. If you often invoke “junior high” and “high school” metaphors to describe your social experiences as an adult, it is you who are stuck there. Do the work. Graduate.

Grown ups who regard children as vulnerable, developing beings at the center of society, not aliens on the fringes of it. Their societal issues are our societal issues, magnified. What you see in them is who we are.

Adults demand to know who’s in charge.

Grown ups step up, and say, “We are.”

 

 

Wrapping up with Red Sari Scarves

April 11th, 2013

Unpacking from a trip usually takes me a while, literally and mentally. After last month’s back-to-back trips to Florida and Texas, I managed to get the suitcases put away with unusual promptness, but I’m still sorting through memories, things I learned, and approximately ten trillion photographs on my iPhone.

I’ll get around to sharing all the best of them, but I thought I’d start the way unpacking usually starts at my house, which is by answering the question, “Did you bring me anything?”

Why, yes, I did. It’s a 20% off coupon code for fashion accessories made from reclaimed vintage sari fabric by The Red Sari, the very cool company that sponsored me to attend Blissdom. Use code BLISSDOM20 at checkout, and use it soon, because it expires 4/30/13. Mother’s Day is May 12, and I know there’s a mom in your life who would look gorgeous adorned by a Red Sari scarf, wrap, or bag, and who would really dig the contribution the company is making to the lives of women in Nepal. Maybe that Mom is you.

I loved wearing Red Sari scarves at Blissdom, and it made packing so easy, because I just wore my usual no-brainer neutrals, and let the scarves bring the pizazz.  Like this vivid “Heart Leaf” scarf.

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And this dreamy infinity scarf, which went really well with my boyfriend, Chris Mann.

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And this felted vintage sari scarf that looked so beautiful on Sarabeth.

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It went well with her boyfriend, Minion.

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I wish I had gotten more pictures of the handbags and laptop totes, because they are really gorgeous, and I wore a different one every day. You can see a few of them here. My favorites were the sari collage executive tote in the center, and the red plaid tote toward the back.

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I may have gone a bit overboard in the Red Sari stockroom. This pink cloche was my Easter bonnet this year (with a lime green vintage enamel flower pinned to it).

It helps explain why, when Sarabeth and I pulled up to the Gaylord Texan, we looked like we were moving in for a month. Partially. Only three of those suitcases are mine.

Nothing succeeds like excess, isn’t that how it goes? At least this kind of excess was something I could feel good about. When I visited Julie in her stockroom, she told me that the fashion industry is one of the top polluters on the planet. By re-claiming and re-cycling sari fabric using low-impact methods under fair working conditions, Red Sari is making something beautiful that doesn’t come at an ugly price.


Red Sari sponsored my attendance at Blissdom 2013 in exchange for my help in spreading the word about Red Sari scarves and accessories. Which has been so very easy and delightful to do. Again, that 20% discount code is BLISSDOM20, and it expires 4/30/13. I hope you can use it towards something fabulous.

Suiting Up

April 5th, 2013

Raising boys into good men

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My sixth grader was extremely disappointed to learn that school regulations prohibit the wearing of any real power accessories.

 

Sunday Best around here is a plain t-shirt and clean jeans, and I usually have to fight for that, so I was a bit surprised to see my middle schoolers enthusiastically laying out their jackets and ties last night for “Dress for Success” day. I think it has to do with the teenager’s recent discovery and subsequent obsession with the series, “How I Met Your Mother,” which has trickled down to his younger brothers. They all love the character of Barney, the debonair, cheeseball playboy made beloved by Neil Patrick Harris.

The whole series is about sex and dating, so I wasn’t quite sure whether it was age-appropriate at first. But as it turns out, it’s giving us lots of openings to talk about sex and dating in a comfortable way. Barney is a caricature of the conquest-minded male, and serves as a comedic foil to what is really quite an earnest exploration of love and commitment by the other characters. I am quick to point out to the kids that they are all grown up people with college degrees and jobs, who pay their own rent and buy their own underwear out of their own paychecks.

I don’t have a specific age in mind for when it is okay for young people to start having sex (the later the better, in my opinion), but I feel like the underwear rule is a good place to start.

Those lessons may be lost on the Littlest Who, however, who only catches what snippets he can before I shoo him away, but already idolizes Barney as a sartorial golden god. Last Sunday, after wearing cargo pants and an untucked button-down to church, he showed up for Easter dinner (and our constitutional stroll) dressed like this:

 

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“I’m mini-Barney,” he announced.

“Lord help us,” I said.

They are growing up so fast, my baby men. “Heartbreakers,” people often say, in compliment to my boys. I understand what they mean, but I hope they won’t be. Not in any reckless sense, at least. I want them to live and love exuberantly.  Stuff will certainly get broken: rules, relationships, beliefs, and expectations. But I hope everyone who comes to love and be loved by my sons, can say that knowing them has changed their lives only for the better.  As it has mine.

Twitter is for the birds

April 1st, 2013

And other discoveries from a social media break

Of all the things I gave up for Lent this year, abstaining from online socializing was the most interesting. For five solid weeks, I stayed completely away from Twitter, Instagram, and my personal Facebook page (my author page stayed live, and lively). I lifted the embargo for Twitter and Instagram while at the Blissdom Conference during the sixth week, but Easter Sunday was my very first look at my Facebook news feed since Mardi Gras.

In effect, my online consumption was restricted to “long-form” updates (a.k.a. reading other people’s blogs) while my online production was consolidated between my own blog and my public Facebook broadcast. Some insights:

Facebook is for friends and family.

Being cut off from other people’s updates on Facebook was a powerful way of sorting out friends from people I am friendly with. I missed the friends. I felt cut off from what was happening in their daily lives. Keeping in touch was more difficult for us both. I missed birthday reminders and invitations to social events. It was like being without a telephone, if I used the telephone. The people I am friendly with crossed my mind from time to time, but I didn’t feel their absence. As much as Facebook can annoy me sometimes, I have come to value it much more for how it supports my offline relationships. Opting out isn’t an option anymore.

Twitter is for the birds.

I used to love twitter, back when I followed about 100 people. I ruined that for myself when I started worrying that my tiny follow-back count made me look like a jerk. As a result, I now follow a bunch more people without actually following anyone. My experience of Twitter is now akin to standing next to a highway, while people yell things from moving cars. They might be yelling interesting things, but I can hardly catch any of it. I really didn’t miss Twitter at all, except once, when we had severe weather and the power went out, because twitter is great for storm tracking. It’s also good for communicating with people at a conference. And for procrastinating if I’m really desperate. I guess if Facebook is my telephone, Twitter is my CB radio–sometimes fun, rarely useful.

This blog is for amateurs.

Without the diversions of other platforms, I’ve been more eager than usual to express myself through my blog. The way it was in the beginning, when I was driven by that same urge to reach out, and little else. I’ve gotten more knowledgeable and intentional about the publishing and promotional end of blogging since then, but at the end of the day, it’s good to know that this is still simply a place for me to practice writing without pressure or expectations.

You know, I’ve been doing this for over seven years now. It’s lead me to incredible opportunities and achievements as a writer, but I don’t see “making it” as a blogger, in the sense of it being a profitable business venture. I would be delighted to be proved wrong, but the fact is, I’m not willing and/or able to do all that it would take to develop it as such. I have enough good friends who are “making it” (or nearly so) to know what kind of an investment that entails, in time, effort and money.

Amateur has become a term of derision, but it originally meant doing something for the sheer love of it. It’s an apt description for why I write here. Making peace with my amateur standing as a blogger means I can–and must–prioritize as a writer. I’m still figuring out what that will look like, but if my social media break has taught me anything, it’s that redistributing one’s creative weight shifts everything.

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My sweet friend, Amy, brought me this orchid the day I finished the manuscript of my book, three years ago. It’s blooming again for the first time since.

Inputs: the Good Friday edition

March 29th, 2013

“There will be a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.” -Louis L’Amour.

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A sort-of weekly review of what’s been nourishing me lately.

I’m an extreme extrovert, which is really great after I write a book and I have to go out into the world and talk to people about it, but not so great when I need to sequester myself long enough to actually get some real writing done.

Shut Up and Write the Book from Austin Kleon

I’m in a place right now in my own life where I’m trying to craft what my future will look like, and struggling with how to add what I want for myself as far as my career goes, without sacrificing all the good that is currently in my life…

Connecting with Joy from Karen Walrond

She’s offered up her hours and heart and finite energy not just to her own words, but also in the service of her community of fellow bloggers reading and reading and reading and commenting commenting commenting. She doesn’t just surrender to her mediocrity, she champions it and puts it on the internet’s refrigerator door for all to see.

A Blogger Goes to a Writer’s Conference from Ann Imig

…one of my most poignant memories is staying up late to finish Lord of the Flies. My room was still unfamiliar and didn’t yet smell like home, and there were crickets sounding outside as I read the last passage. Closing the book, I felt overcome. I set it on my chest and felt the weight of it while I breathed.

Thank A Writer from Maggie Mason

We are who we are
On our darkest day
When we’re miles away
Sun will come
We will find our way home

Carry On, from fun.

Have a miraculous weekend.