And how else would he celebrate but with a Star Wars party?

First of all:  Please do not be intimidated by my lavish decor and professional party planning skills.  I know how blogs can invoke jealousy, and that is really not my intent with these crepe-paper-twisties and balloons-taped-to-the-wall.  What can I say?  Such unique, designer ideas just ooze right on out of me.  I guess it’s just my thang.

Nine–yes, nine—little boys showed up, each with a lightsaber or stormtrooper gun in tow.  (We encourage violence in these-here parts.)  When we ran out of games, the boys just receded to a massive, all-out lightsaber war.  I watched mutely from the sidelines, unwilling to disturb the perfect Lord of the Flies aura that prevailed.

Not going to ask.  Not even.  going to.  ask.

Patiently awaiting their turn at Pin the Lightsaber on Darth Vader. Notice Megan’s megaphone.  It looks like a toy but I’m telling you, it works.   She used it all day to herd the cattle from one activity to the next.  I was happy for her that she finally found a way to talk over all the blasted noise in this house.

Rachael whipped up this paper Darth and accompanying lightsabers the night before.  She, Megan, Bailie and Natalie (their cousins) worked like crazy to help plan and decorate for the party.  They then won my heart forever by hosting all of the games and helping me supervise on the Big Day.  The crowning achievement came when they led the boys on a rather involved Rescue Princess Leia treasure hunt that they had created.  (The princess was finally rescued in the big red wagon out in the garage, and and all of the Jedis were rewarded with a Ring Pop.)  The older girls had fun re-living their younger birthday-party years; Nat even admitted to me that she still loves a good helium-filled balloon.

Musical Lightsabers.  (Like I said, ladies:  do not feel bad about the level of ingenuity here.)

And now, my friends, it’s time for the Great Unveiling.  Thanks to the supreme talents of one Aunt Julie, those MormonMommyBloggers got nothin’ on me.  That’s right.  For my son’s birthday, it was all about the…

YODA CAKE

And it gets even better.  Julie didn’t stop with his face and those eyes.  No, no.  She busted out Yoda’s cloaked shoulders as well.  Check out the multiple layers of poop-brown fondant delectably folded over itself.  Mouth-watering, is it not?  I had to sit on my hands to keep from grabbing a fork and digging in before the guests arrived.

Yoda endures a slow, painful decapitation as Mom realizes she should probably quit taking pictures and put the cake on a flat surface.

Sampling Yodas face and shoulders.  (Or did Zach and Lincoln get into the pot brownies??)

All kidding aside, we were thrilled over this fun cake.  My sister really should become one of those MormonMommyBloggers–she’s that good. (I just didn’t give her an especially pretty subject to work with.) Thank you again, Jewely!

And happy birthday, big guy.  We hope your year is more like this:

and less like this:

We love you, Easy E!  Happy 6th!