An Adventure On a School Night

"I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone.' I should think so - in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!" -Tolkien

Yesterday was National Hobbit Day. So we celebrated. 

This was an idea that began brewing two weeks ago. I stuck with my normal manner of execution and half planned things, then got busy being a single mom, then got busier welcoming my hubby home from China thus ending my singlemomhood. Next thing I knew, the day had arrived and I was still only half prepared. 

So I ran to Hobby Lobby. It's official. I am now and forever banned from that place. Then I picked up some groceries fit for a Hobbit feast and ran home to try to get everything set up before the kids got home. 

I didn't pull things off before Sabrina got home from school, so she helped me finish setting up. Sometimes it's fun to be surprised when you walk through the door, and sometimes it's fun to help your mom prepare the surprise for your brothers.

It's a little known fact that Bilbo Baggins' birthday falls, in fact, on the 22nd of September. He was born in the year 2890, so we were premature in our celebration by, oh I don't know, 875 years. This didn't seem to bother the kids. Any celebration is worthwhile even if it is for a yet to be born fellow who lives mostly within our imaginations.

I'll not bore you with the details of what we feasted on. The photos speak for themselves. All I can say is how did mom's ever survive without pinterest? They probably had to think and be creative on their own. Such a notion hurts my atrophied brain.

That handsome fella peering behind the Council of Elrond Cookies got contacts just an hour before. I took a break from festivity prep to run him over to Target to order some. It's a good thing he's so resilient and was able to get those suckers in on about the fourth try, because the Hobbit stew was bubbling and the Melon of Moria needed slicing. The very blueness of his eyes are accentuated now. 

A little something to remember the night by. A handmade tag made from handcrafted Hobbit stamps, and a handmade moleskin Hobbit notebook. All I can say is how did mom's survive without Etsy? I guess they had to make things by hand...like with their own two hands. The notion makes my non crafty brain and non coordinated hands hurt.

We finished the night snuggled in front of a movie: The Hobbit-An Unexpected Journey. At this point, Jonah began writhing with stomach pain and was downstairs heaving by the end of the night. And there you go. Maybe Gollum licked those gummy worms, or perhaps the Grapes of Gondor were tainted, or the stew I toiled over was bad, or maybe it was that annoying stomach virus that seems to be circulating. Nonetheless, it made for an eventful evening. He's laying on the couch right now finishing the movie. It was a good night, and a good feast. It's always nice to take a break from the humdrum of normal life and celebrate, on a school night no less. 

Until next year, when we celebrate Bilbo's 874th anticipated birthday.