” Back in March, Hubs and I gave the “baby monster” a birthday party to honor and celebrate his second year of life and just by the title I am sure you were able to guess what kind of party it turned out to be. When my daughter, Elizabeth, found out what kind of party it was going to be she was a little distraught, “The book is stupid! The child in the book is bad,” and my favorite “It’s going to be too hard to decorate,” so on and so on but once I get my teeth heart into a project I just can’t let go. You think my daughter would have learned that by now. I fell in love with “Where the Wild Things are” as a child and read it to my children (obviously my daughter wasn’t paying attention when I read). To all those who believe in the power of imagination and allowing fantasy come to life read on.

I remember reading this book as a child and wanting to get into that boat and go far, far away , a place that I could do as I please a place without adults and no matter how different you are you’re accepted.  Well, now I am an adult and I want to get in that boat and still do as I please but alas my boat hasn’t come for me yet and when it does I’m going to release the wild thing in me and have a wild rumpus. HEEHEE

Let the Wild Rumpus begin!

No party will ever be complete without the new party clothes that Mimi (that’s me) bestows upon those precious littles. The littles know that their invitations have to be delivered before they come to the party.

Yes, Elizabeth, imagination is alive and well in your home!

What a dreary world we would live in if we didn’t dance to music that only we heard and the veil of imagination was torn from us.

The sweet littles about to enter the party (maybe if I click my heels 3x, spin around 2x and spit on the ground once, along with saying “don’t grow up” they’ll stay small with their childlike faith).
I used McCall’s 6387 for Vella’s dress and embroidered on the apron, Gianna’s coat was from McCall’s 6282, I made the crowns from a double layer of wool felt and fake fur. The birthday boy, who isn’t in the picture must have been lurking elsewhere seeing what he could get into!

That very day at ‘Julian’s party’ a forest grew and grew-until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around. I used brown crepe paper for the ceiling and the trees and vines were made out of butcher paper. Hubs bought outdoor carpeting which really makes the room pop.

“Then from far across the world he smelled good things to eat.”

The desserts and candy were in greens and brown, this is the littles favorite hangout spot. There is nothing quite like gorging oneself on sugar and sweets. Queen Velly is a girl after my own heart, it’s all about the sweets!

I buy old canvas paintings at garage sales and repaint them into new art work, I’m sure these will end up in “baby monster’s” bedroom.

“And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws.”

Gianna was in full character by roaring and showing her terrible claws. I just adore those skirts that I make for her, they are so easy peasy to make.

“And he sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks, and through a day, and into the night of his own room, where he found his supper waiting for him, and it was still hot.”

“So he gave up being the king of the wild things.”

And Max the king of all wild things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.

What was waiting for him when he got home? A hot meal and the love of a Mother. Yes, dear daughter no matter how naughty or disobedient our children become, or seas and roads they travel at the end of the day they are still our children and we accept them and love them with open arms and a hot meal, for there is no greater love then that of your family and that dear daughter is the sum total of the book!

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C.S Lewis once quoted, “A children’s story which is only enjoyed by children is a bad children’s story.” 

Happy Birthday Julian and remember that you will always have a warm meal and the love of your own sweet Momma to come home to, no matter what road or seas you travel.

But the wild things cried out, “oh please don’t go -We’ll eat you up -We love you so!