Ahoy There, Matey!

"Ahoy There, Matey, Beware" read the birthday party invitation on a torn piece of paper.  Captain Nathan was hosting (with oodles of help from Mom and Dad) a Pirate Birthday Party at his home "pier." "Come if ye dare!"  We took the dare, and we are so glad we did!  

Clad in a sash and pirate sword filled with soap bubbles, the boys waved the cutest pirate flags made with a real stick and the crossed-bone motif, walked the plank, and threw water balloons "overboard" creating deck cannon ball spray.  They also went for a treasure hunt, finding gold coins filled with chocolate scattered around the lawn, and played at a sand table filled with neat pirate toys.  

After a homemade pirate cake, they got the ultimate party favor -- a gift bag in the shape of a treasure chest filled with all sorts of pirate booty -- not the snack food, cool stuff like long necklaces of gold coins.  Needless to say, Sam wore the sash for the next 24 hours straight -- including during his nap and overnight.  It's a wonder he didn't have an imprint of the pirate sword imbedded into his leg after sleeping on it.

Just when it couldn't get any better for Sam, it did.  Does he ever have the life, flititg to one party after another.  We drove to Chesapeake for a baptism, and lo and behold there was a face painter.  No, the face painter was not at the actual baptism, but at the party afterwards.  (Neither were we, I confess.  I blame it on the two hour drive.)  Sam was first in line, jumping up an down and flapping his arms.  

When the woman asked him, "What do you want?"  responded without a moment's hesitation, "I want to be a purple pirate!"  Boy, did she ever work some magic on his face!  I never realized how face painting can be such art.  The purple bandana she painted looked so real that people really thought it was a bandana.  And then when the lien dwindled she made a an amazing tattoo on his arm -- skull and crossed-bones of course.  Not your typical baptism garb, but what the heck.

Sam was a big hit at the 7-11 on the way home, which was twice as long as the drive there, which is a separate blog entry in itself.  However, as time went by, the paint started to smudge and he morphed into Frankenstein.  He still has purple remnants in his hair that make him look like he has severe sunburn.  Oh no, they are just his pirate roots

I guess that make me his Mommy Wench, so all he needs is a parrot now.  Oh, and a ship. 

LibbY

LibbY

face painter

parrot

pirate's mommy wench

I want to wear my make-up!"

pirtate plates, table cloth, decoration

search for treasure (golden coins)

ice cubes with toys frozen ins ide

adorable pirate cake 

pizza - who knew that Papa Johns delivers to pirate ships?  I guess with modern technology anything is possible! I bet you have to pay a little bit extra for the boat service.