Nella’s birthday is Wednesday, but we had a little Italy party over the weekend, the theme prompted by her love of spaghetti.
With beloved little friends and piles of meatballs, we celebrated four amazing years and all the good to come.
Spaghetti cupcakes from Hello, Cupcake cookbook (it’s vanilla frosting piped as noodles, Ferraro Rocher candy balls rolled in low-sugar strawberry preserves and white chocolate “parmesan” shavings
A few party details if you’re interested in throwing your own version of an Italian party:
Favors: Make Your Own Pizza Kits filled with small jars of sauce (jars from Michael’s) and sandwich bags of mozzarella, dough and pepperoni (paper bags and striped paper liner also from Michael’s, label created and printed at home)
Decorate a Pizza Cookie: We baked big round sugar cookies for each child to decorate. Small pizza boxes are from Oriental Trading. Pizza toppings: red frosting, white chocolate shavings, mini M&M’s and gummy candy
Pin the Meatballs on the Spaghetti: Draw a big bowl of noodles on foam core board and a separate pile of meatballs on red card stock.
Sharing more on celebrating 4 years later this week. Thank you to all who have recognized the efforts of the NDSS by contributing to Pay It 4Ward and for your continued commitment to recognizing both the abilities and needs of those with Down syndrome.
I was reminded after Nella’s party of something I wrote shortly after Nella was born–a raw beginner’s reaction to the Welcome to Holland poem regarding special needs: “there is no law that says I can’t get out of Holland and if the planes out are halted and I want to go to Italy, I’ll take these damn wooden shoes, smash them into splinters and use the wood to build a dingy on which I will paddle through the English Channel, so help me God, with Nella and Lainey strapped to my back until I land in Italy. And I will eat gelato and take pictures of the Roman Cathedrals and, by Golly, I will write the map of Italian tourism if I so choose.”
We love Holland. We twirl in tulip fields and dance in wooden shoes. But we ate gelato this weekend and created our own little Italy too. I’m just sayin’.