Rude!

So after the last post, where I revealed that we assign sit ups or push ups for bad manners at the table, this post is going to seem totally hypocritical!

Here we go anyway . . .

At the end of June our Bo-J (Ryan) turned 8!

We try to be in tune with what our kids are into around their birthday's so we can plan their parties accordingly.

And if we are all being honest what do 8 year old boys LOVE the best of all?

All things disgusting, nasty and gross.

So we threw a party right in line with that and Ryan had no idea it was coming!

I just told him I was planning the party and I was sending out invites, but wouldn't tell him a thing after that.

I'll admit, when I was sending the invites I was a little sheepish and even didn't send it to a few of the friends Ryan wanted to invite because I thought the moms would be totally appalled by what I was about to allow, and even teach their boys to do.

Read on and tell me what you think :)

We started out with some instuction, because the boys had no idea what was coming.

I did preface the party with the warning that if they went home and did or tried anything they were about to do at this party there was a high probability their moms would never let them come over to the Davis house again!

So if they wanted to be able to come back over again, they were not to try these things at home! . . .

Then it was on to the competitions.

I handed out papers and they had to judge themselves and each other on . . .

Which boy and which soda made the best or loudest BURP . . .

The root beer was the best soda and Brody was the loudest :)

Then I handed out whopee cushions and we had a contest for . . . well, you know . . .

We rated loudest, longest, most real sounding . . .

Ryan took the cake on this one!

Check out that face, classic . . .

What was next?

I taught them how to make spit wads of course!

This was tricky for them. They had a hard time getting the right spit-to-wad ratio.

They were all amazed that Terry and I were so good at it :)

They did improve as the night went on . . .

And then it was time to eat.

I told them they would have to use bad manners to eat, no plates or utensils and the food was just plopped it down in front of them . . .

On them menu was plain noodles, pudding, green beans and pears.  The kids were SO excited to be allowed to eat with their hands, every kids dream come true I think!

Some of them got really excited that I didn't put any restrictions on what they could do with their food . . .

I even included a huge bowl of squishy, smashy squash on the table. Not because anyone was going to eat it, but because they were all going to need it for . . .

AMMO!!!

Yep, I totally schemed with Raegan that when the official secret word was given she was to grab a handful of whatever and throw it at Ryan.

The boys took over after that . . .

It did take some encouraging.

At first the all just stood there and stared in disblief.

I may, or may not have yelled "get him, get him back!" a couple of times.

After they got the hang of it, there was no stopping them . . .

They were a MESS! If I had been thinking I would have had the moms bring a secret change of clothes. I did warn the moms ahead of time, not to let the boys come in any thing nice.

But with the amount of wet, messy food those kids threw there was really no good way to clean them off

So we opted for the hose . . .

The result . . . 

Then it was onto cake.

I made individual cakes for all the boys PILED with whipped cream!

Originally we got Dalyn and Raegan in on our evil scheme to sing happy birthday to Ryan then smash everybody's cake into their faces as soon as the song was done.

I was afraid we would get a few tears with that, so we decided last minute to only smash Ryan's face in the cake  . . . 

But all the boys thought that was the best idea ever, so they all ended up smashing their own faces in the cakes . . .

Then we let him open his gifts . . .  

After that we handed out pop-its and let the boys chuck those at each other for a while . . . 

It really was a fun party. The boys LOVED it of course! Best party ever, I was told multiple times.

But what eight year old boy wouldn't love a night devoted entirly to things they are never allowed to do?

When the moms started arriving for pick up I found myself a little sheepish again! I do crazy stuff with my kids all the time (even cake fights) but when it comes to involving other peoples children, I get nervous! Encouraging them to burp and fart and launch spit-wads and throw food . . . yep, I was nervous! 

But I am happy to report even after a full account of the going ons at this party all the boys have been allowed back at the Davis house at some point since!

I think we all got a few good laughs out of that night!