At least she's only 3 so she won't realize how rushed and unplanned her birthday was. We were on the train for her actual birthday. We told her it was her birthday, taught her how to make "3" with her fingers, and sang the song. She was content with that and didn't seem to require any more.
But I felt guilty. I hadn't purchased any birthday gifts, did not have a theme in mind, didn't create precious invitations with her picture on them, and didn't have a menu planned. When Hubby suggested that we simply visit Chuck E. Cheese the night after we got home, I whole-heartily agreed. I sent a text message to my closest family members the morning of the party.
Baby Girl loves trains and we just completed a train trip. So that seemed to be the obvious choice for a cake. She said she wanted her cake to be green. Trains are typically for boys so I knew I would have to work hard to make it feminine. By the time the cake was baked and semi-cool, I had less than an hour to decorate it. I worked as fast as my cramped fingers would allow. I ran out of icing and had to keep the smokestack in generic ice cream cone form. It was sloppy, but it was done. We were only twenty minutes late for the party.
She had a super time and so did her siblings. The boys hit the Jackpot on one of the games 3 times! The staff finally unplugged it. With 2600 tickets to spend, we left with two stuffed Angry Birds, an inflatable hammer, and a pink "fire" ball. I've always wondered what kind of people get those big prizes on the top shelf. (People who apparently figure out the weakness to the Jackpot game.)
I left the mess there (well, I still had quite a mess from the speedy cake decorating job) and came home mostly stress-free. That's the way to do it!
I'll plan something a bit more organized for next year. Who knows what she'll be into by then!