Have you gone completely MAD??!

We have!  And we'd do it again!

Confession time:  I am one of those crazy moms who make an insanely huge effort when it comes to her kids' birthdays.  In so doing, some fall flat.  Some, so-so.  And some rise to the top like, like... a nuclear explosion!

Da Bomb is what I would call the past 2 Mad Science Birthdays my husband and I cooked up for our boys.
No pinata.  No pin-the-tail on the donkey.  No annoying dancing mascot to the tune of some overused and abused pop tune.  Just pure exploration, discovery, and a darn heap of unbridled excitement.

Mad Science's birthday packages cover all things scientific.  From planets to lasers to everything that creates a gigantic spark in the imagination.  The stuff that make kids wonder and learn.  The cliche 'edutainment' comes to mind.  But, hey, there's nothing cliche about this birthday party, I can give you that.

The Mad Science team of mad scientists will go to wherever venue you want (To infinity and beyond? --sorry, I just had to say that), complete with their beakers, shiny tools, and mysterious chemicals.

Then, at your own choosing, a host of action-filled, totally hands-on experiments ensues.

How clouds are formed.

How to create a tornado.

How to launch a rocket solely by air pressure.

How to launch a water-powered rocket.

How to light up the sky with your very own mini-H bomb!!!

Oops!  WTH!!!, you say?  Haha!  Never fear.  The Mad Science crew is big on safety.  No matter how incredibly awesome these experiments get, none of the kids are ever harmed in the making of these parties.

So when you say you want your child to have a birthday blast, by all means, MEAN IT.
Hey, we did.  And up to now, our boys are still happily raving MAD about it!

DOGGONE BIRTHDAY!

I've become one of those people who are incessantly pissed off by the lack of dog parks in this country.

(In fact, I may just join PAWS soon so hang on to your WTFs)

The trigger to my latest episode of pissery was Alpha's first birthday.  You know me, I always make birthdays special.  Be it for kids, for hubby, and yes... be it for doggie.  So I was planning some sort of picnic at a park.  And that's when the reality of it all hit me --pets here are HOUSE pets.  They should stay HOME.  Going out for short walks is the only leeway for these poor things.  But other than that, they're not going anywhere.

But thanks to my relentless researching, I found...TA-DAAAH!... Bonifacio High Street!  One of the few (very FEW) places here that welcomes dogs in their sprawling greens and even within the shops of the stretch's mall.  How invigorating!

So off we went there for Alpha's birthday and the bitch had a blast.

So did my boys upon seeing the numerous breeds of lovely dogs romping freely in the area.

The nice part is that I didn't spend a single cent on this endeavor.  Just gas.  And Alpha's cake is a homemade curnocopia of her favorite foods which she totally ate up --figuratively and literally.

Success is a doggone birthday and a doggone inexorable planner.  So there!