Oliver’s birthday party
On Sunday morning I only dragged myself out of bed once I could smell the waffles from downstairs and knew that in order to have one before it’s too late, I’d have to get out of bed. I have such a hard life.
We had been out and about all day on Saturday, including a sort of a date night onto the late evening so to get ready for the morning’s birthday party for the 3-year old, we simply washed a ton of fruit and veg and opened a few packets of this and that from Waitrose :|
I didn’t even bake a cake. They do always say that the 2nd kid never has it as good as the first one. For the record though, I did make him a cake from scratch for the right day AND in the colour requested by the birthday boy: kaka.
Yes indeed – my kid wanted a poop coloured cake for his birthday.
(I’ll give you a second while your mind boggles)
And now back to the party – it kicked off at 10 and for the next 3 hours we had a house full of kiddie noise and smells of coffee and chatter of catching up with friends.
It was really nice.
The 5 older kids played very nicely together, a newborn baby slept through the whole celebration, and a crawler just inspected the cleanliness of all our floors.
I think we can squeeze out one more home birthday before school and the related whole-class-party-madness starts for Oliver.