Why was I not as clever as my clever friends? They, in their cleverness, have devised plans like 'only parties at ages 7, 14 & 18'. Or 'only in Years 1 and 4'. This means you don't end up having ALL the parties in one year (which means you are left with brain space to be even cleverererer).
|Note: this is a plane, not a prop from |
the set of the TV show 'Lost'
Truly, I do love my kids, but parties do take some effort and and the regular humiliation of my badly iced cakes is quite draining. I was particularly burnt by the boy's 9 year old party where none of the children would participate in any of the games (I know, I know, how naive of us - we organized actual games in the backyard - that did not involve laser guns - sooo, 2002, or whatever).
|Yes, I had to explain that the |
pink ball was meant to be a cricket ball ...
Many of our parties have involved one of us entertaining the children and providing food while lugging around a tantruming toddler or a whiney baby. And in the younger years the parents hang around which is lovely because you get to meet everyone, but they also get the pleasure of seeing us managing the grumpy small offspring who are usually displaying their most stunning behaviour. Ahh - warts and all.
|Entertaining the party children with |
a toddler in the backpack. Desperate times!
So while I won't be posting any photos of my beautiful magazine-like parties (since there are none), I paused for a moment before last weekend's party and thought to myself, 'You know what? We've had a lot of kids in our home over the years, met lots of lovely parents, and made some fun memories. And hey, there isn't anything vaguely looking like a proper balance in the food colours on this table (mostly yellow). All round good times.