My bub born on the 4th of July turned 5
today yesterday, and we celebrated in the traditional way, with his friends, too much food and a cake. Well, I call it a cake, you can judge for yourself below.
I have a formula for kids' birthday parties, and I rarely deviate. Kids, backyard, food with as little nutritional value as possible, Sunday, 2-5pm. And a cake that I make, with way more confidence than actual skill.
There they stayed until I called them in an hour and half later for pass the parcel.
That finished, they bolted back outside and I had to round them up again for the cake. *Cough* Erm, the cake. It was supposed to be a cake with a chocolate dome that gets smashed to reveal the cake with goodies underneath. Sadly, the chocolate didn't come out of the bowl at all well. It ended up more of a mudslide than a dome. Still, I turned it to its slightly better side, and seriously covered it with lollies, to produce this frankenstein.
Yes, in case you're wondering, those things holding up the candles are bits of pineapple, I failed to make the cupcakes that I had intended to use for this purpose. First class disaster all round. And then I remembered we needed a hammer. A trip to the garage and some foil, and voila:
And so I took it all to the table and after the blowing and the singing, there was the smashing.
It was hard work, and they were all willing him on.
In the end, I had to help him, and then finish it off with a knife. It was worth it.
I had approximately 7.2 seconds to take this shot before this happened:
Once they'd all eaten, they disappeared outside again and I had to round them up again to come in and open the presents. I don't have a photo of that, but it looked pretty much like the one above, but with a present in the middle of the fists instead of a cake.
Another party executed. Smiles all round at the end of the day. And it wiped me out so badly I couldn't even manage to blog it last night.
Four months until the next one.