Our son turned 9, and that warranted a party. 
We decided that a superhero party would be “Super!”.
The boys all dressed as their favorite superhero.
When they first got here, I had them draw their own superhero, as kind of a filler activity before all the kids got here.
Of course, some kids are just super even without a costume, and they are welcome, too.
Since the party started around dinner time, we decided to jump right into the food. Besides, do I want a bunch of superheros around who are hungry? I don’t think so. We had superdrinks,
chips, breadsticks, veggies, and lots and lots of pizza.
I actually over planned on the pizza, but that’s ok, we don’t mind eating leftover pizza.
The super heros gobbled up their fill of food, and were ready for some activity.
We had a few training areas set up, where they were to practice throwing small objects (sponges through a hula hoop), 
jump over buildings (cardboard boxes) 
and shoot bad guys.
They also had an obstacle course (around the playground)
They seemed to lose some of their secret identity and stick with their regular clothes as the activities wore on. I mean, who really wants to run and swing in a cape? Once they were all limbered up and trained, we did some races.
I always seem to forget how quickly these kids plow through all the planned activities, but that was no problem. We let them just play. They got out all the scooters, did some balance work, and practiced their flying on the trampoline.
As it was beginning to get dark, I herded them into the house, and we did some present opening, cupcake eating, and watched a little Spider Man.
And more pizza, too. Had to break out the pizza just in case some of our super heros hadn’t eaten enough, or were hungry from their intense workout. And some of them were hungry again. One young hero ate 4 cupcakes, I think.
We then went to the basement for some pinata power. Unfortunately, our pinata couldn’t hold up to the weight of the candy and the hitting, and promptly broke from it’s holder after about two hits. I tried to string it up again, but it met with the same demise. It didn’t break open, just fell down. I ended up just shaking all the candy onto the floor, and the kids went wild.
Those kids don’t really care how the candy is delivered, so it was all good.
Even though they wore me out with all their super-ness, one little boy was very pleased with his party!
Your write-up of the party is very cute, as were the pictures. Yay, Paige.
John was happy…that’s all that matters. You’ve done it again…way to go!