January 17, 2007

Birthday Bling Run Amok

A new group has banded together to stop excessive kiddy birthday partying:

The cost and range of children's birthday parties has spiraled out of control, according to one group of U.S. parents and educators who have joined forces to collectively stamp their feet and say "enough is enough."

"Toys overflow, birthday parties become Hollywood productions, and electronic gear takes over the home," said William Doherty, a professor in the University of Minnesota's department of family social science.

"It's time to take a deep breath and ask ourselves how to parent wisely nowadays, beginning with small things like birthday parties."

Doherty is among a group of educators and parents from St. Paul, Minnesota, who on Tuesday were launching a campaign called "Birthdays Without Pressure" in a bid to put the brakes on birthday parties running out of control.
Organizers are hoping it will start a national debate about a parenting culture in which they say birthday parties have gone over the top and created peer pressure to keep up.

For while they argue that there is nothing wrong with splashing out to celebrate a real milestone in your child's life, such as a bar mitzvah, Sweet 16 party, or graduation, the excessive spending on parties for babies, toddlers and grade-schoolers has soared out of control.

Can I just suggest as a foundation stone for reform that we ban the use of the word "parent" as a verb? It's a noun, godammit. If you mean "raise children," Prof. Doherty, say "raise children."

Having said that, of course I am pretty generally sympathetic with these folks. We don't do anything overly lavish for the Llama-ettes, but having two of them with birthdays only four days apart gets to be complicated in terms of scheduling things. For instance, this year even though the five year old's actual birthday was last Sunday, we're having her party this coming Saturday. (Why? Because the seven year old's party was last Saturday and two parties in two days seemed a bit much.)

I've advocated the idea that we really ought to have one party for the both of them - they're only two years apart and have a lot of common friends, after all. This idea has gone over like the proverbial lead balloon with the Missus.

Here's the group's website, btw. Go on over and read the knives and daggers coming out in the comments. Perhaps I should get the Missus to read them: If she won't cut back on birthday planning, the terrorists will already have won.

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while they argue that there is nothing wrong with splashing out to celebrate a real milestone in your child's life, such as a bar mitzvah, Sweet 16 party, or graduation

... while weddings, these days, might better be celebrated in a simpler way, say, with Happy Meals all around and balloon party favors.

Posted by: Little Gidding at January 17, 2007 07:08 PM

I think it might more aptly be named "Birthdays Without Pleasure."

We have thrown our two kids some fairly large birthday parites. Rented Moonbounce, food, goody bags, even a magician once!

We didn't do it to keep up with the Joneses, we did it because it was fun for the kids. As they get older, the parties are getting smaller and the guest lists more exclusive.

And yes, using parent should be grounds for flogging.

Posted by: Stephen Macklin at January 17, 2007 07:42 PM

Son got invited to two birthday parties on the same day! He didn't go to either.

We're taking a break from parties until Daughter is in first grade. That's when Son had his first party with friends and what not.

I hate having parties, and we're too cheap to find other venues to have them at.

Posted by: GroovyVic at January 18, 2007 06:23 AM

Make sure you gag your way through one episode of "My Super Sweet Sixteen" on MTV. It is the most appalling display of greed, spoiled brat behavior, and parental idiocy that I have EVER seen. Unfortunately, for the kids I teach, this is setting the standard for what parties are to be in Middle-class America and the parents are going along part and parcel to make sure that their precious darlings are not denied their birthright.

Posted by: janeyek at January 18, 2007 08:43 AM

My mom recently voiced the proverb "There should only be as many guests as the child is years old"... meaning a 5th birthday party have 5 guests, etc. I wonder where she came up with that, because thats not how we grew up!

Posted by: Lynellen at January 18, 2007 09:28 AM

you can't have a discussion of kid birthdays without including the Birthday at Buddy's post from the now sadly inactive Outer Life blog:

Birthday at Buddy's
The invitation arrived on Tuesday for a birthday party on Sunday. At 10:00 am. Bowling at Buddy's Bowl-O-Rama. For a four year old. Bouncy and lunch to follow at the house.

Late invitation -- strike one. Bowling for four year olds -- strike two. 10:00 am on a Sunday morning -- strike three. So I threw the invitation out.

Big mistake. You see, the mom who sent the late invitation called the next day to harvest RSVPs. My wife answered the phone and, not having seen the invitation and unable to invent an excuse in time, she cracked under the pressure. We were stuck. Or, I should say, I was stuck for, according to the strict laws of my people, I must clean up my own messes.

So that's why last Sunday I herded the kids into the car at a godly hour, set the coordinates for Buddy's Bowl-O-Rama and stoutly resisted the urge to head the other way.

The banner over Buddy's door offered a clue: "Two For One Weekends / Mornings Before 10:00." The mom and dad, lawyers living in a multi-million dollar house, had dragged me out of bed to save $30.

It's not easy for four year olds to bowl. It's not easy for forty year olds either. Even with inflatable tubes to keep the hollow balls out of the gutters, many a ball bounced away or stopped mid-lane. Few of the kids understood what was going on, none seemed interested after a few rolls, but the mom and dad were determined to squeeze maximum value out of their two-for-one special, sending kid after kid trudging into the breach with ball in tow.

At one point dad, singling out my kids as the worst bowlers of the lot, which they were, sidled over to give them a lesson. I silenced him with a glare and a harsh whisper that my kids were just there to have fun, that any instruction would inhibit them and make them feel self-conscious, then I leaned back and watched my son run down the lane and jump on the pins.

Meanwhile, the birthday boy broke out in tears as his mom and dad, busy with the party, ignored him.

Buddy's Bowl-O-Rama offers a birthday party special of microwaved frozen pizzas served with pitchers of flat soda. Most people accept Buddy's offer, reasoning that bowling plus the food is still cheap and, together, take up the two and a half hour time limit specified in the birthday party compact. Mom and dad declined, perhaps out of fear of Buddy's pizza but, I fear, more likely for fear of spending any more coin on the party. We were sent to the house.

Birthday parties at a house must include an inflatable bouncy powered by an air pump noisy enough to drown out all conversation. Why? That's just the way it is. The bouncy must, however, be age-appropriate. Mom and dad rented a gigantic bouncy with a tall slide powered by two air pumps (so that's where the money went, I thought). None of the kids could climb up to the slide, causing the birthday boy to cry once again.

There was nothing else to do; no strolling clowns or balloon people or caricaturists or outdoor toys. They'd fenced off most of the yard and made it clear we were not welcome inside their house. So I ended up in the bouncy, helping kids climb up to the slide, the pumps pounding my ear drums into submission while I swayed back and forth and up and down as the kids jumped around, trying to keep my breakfast in while keeping my shoes on despite repeated warnings from the kids that I was breaking the bouncy rules. "What are you, the bouncy police?" I sneered. One kid, losing his footing, fell back down after I'd helped him climb up. He would have landed on me but thankfully I stepped back just in time, avoiding injury.

Anyways, I was released from purgatory when the takeout pizza arrived. The hungry kids chanted "pizza, pizza, pizza," scaring the birthday boy into tears. I stacked a few slices on my plate and headed into the quiet house.

We were now four hours into the party but mom and dad sent the kids back to the bouncy, seemingly unaware that we'd already served more than the maximum allowed by the sentencing guidelines for five-and-under birthday parties. I asked when they were going to do the cake. Mom, adopting her best put-upon pose, answered with "when we're ready." Thanks, mom.

Somewhere in the distance, the birthday boy wailed loudly and resumed crying. Turns out one of the dads, sliding on the bouncy with the kids, slammed into the birthday boy at the bottom, crushing him against the bouncy's wall. No injuries, other than to his fragile psyche.

He cried again when they finally brought the cake out. Too much excitement, mom said.

As the last bite of cake started down my youngest's throat, I lifted him out of his chair and, grabbing my older one's arm, I thanked mom over my shoulder as I dragged my kids to the front door, breaking stride only to collect the goodie bags.

Driving home, five hours of party under my skin, it suddenly struck me that the subtitle of my forthcoming monograph on the folkways of children's birthday parties in Southern California suburbs at the dawn of the 21st century will be "Ritual Run Amok."

Posted by: dave s at January 18, 2007 10:18 AM

Best birthday party I ever put on was a food fight for my six-year-old daughter. It was July, we told everyone to bring swimsuits, then went in the backyard and had a food fight. I got bottles of ketchup and mustard from Costco, and a big can of chocolate pudding and cans of whipped cream and paper plates for the pie throw. It was a blast, marred only by the discovery that mustard in the eyes stings a bit.

After everyone squirted and tossed "pies" to their heart's content, we hosed them down, dried them off and went inside for cake and ice cream.

That was nine years ago and it's still talked about.

Plus the whole thing was way under $100 for eight kids.

Posted by: Teri at January 20, 2007 01:05 AM