How I (unwittingly) hired strippers for my daughter's 2nd birthday party.

Yeah, I wish I were kidding.

Have I mentioned that I love birthdays? I've been obsessed with over the top birthday parties since Kai was born. Her first birthday party had 60 people at it. It was kind of insane.

But, for her second birthday I decided to really go all out. Thomas' parents were coming into town (from Hawaii...see where this is going?) and I decided to throw an authentic luau to celebrate her birthday. I wanted to impress them with my commitment to celebrating their son's cultural heritage.

Thomas and I found some hula dancers online and booked them for our party. We were assured they studied under a woman who had been a part of a Hula Halau in Hawaii. They practiced authentic Hula. And, we never actually met them until the day of the party which, in retrospect, was a bad idea.

So, here I am, 75 friends, family, church people all hanging out at my mom's house when our exotic hula dancers come marching up the driveway. And, it's at that point that my sister looks at me and says, "I think your strippers just arrived."

Oh, friends, it was a fine moment indeed. They came complete with their "bouncer." I fully expected a "don't touch the girls" lecture for the kids to take place at any moment. I. could. have. died.

But, they were great with the kids and took pictures with everyone (though none of the moms seemed to want them to pose with their husbands). In fact, once they did their hula, posed for photo ops, and handed out leis (insert inappropriate joke here) I thought we were in the clear. Until, the one on the right exclaimed, "Hey, Ya'll got a bathroom here? I gotta piss."

If only I could have scrapbooked that...

For more pics from the past, head over to THAT family's site for this weeks Fro' Me To You!