You can't really be told what Bouncy House is. You have to go to Bouncy House. And then you'll never be the same. (Mostly because your kids will want to go back again and again and again.)
In summary: Kids. Cupcakes. Pizza. Bouncy House. Purell. (Lots of Purell.) Egads! Oh, yeah: Tears. Laughter. Tight places. Adults behaving like kids. (More Purell.)
The girls were in their element. Each had a share of the spotlight, but didn't make any speeches. (Thankfully.) Instead, they bounced off the walls (as is appropriate) and dragged their poor parents and grandparents into the toys (as is definitely NOT appropriate).
Amy made some wicked awesome cupcakes that were just like the girls wanted and there was a ton of leftover pizza just like I wanted.
Next year who knows what it'll be like. Clara will probably have a tiny party with friends from school. Lilly might get to be the big sister and share a party with Henry. Maybe Amy and I will have a party at Bouncy House for adults only. Now that would be a P-A-R-T-Y!