As I mentioned in a previous post, it was Feral Child #2’s fourth birthday party recently. I say recently – it has taken me several weeks to recover and gather myself sufficiently to produce this post.
As you will know if you have children of primary school or pre-school age, kids’ parties these days seem to be rather more competitive than they used to be. When I was a kid, a party consisted of running around in ever-decreasing diameter circles to a soundtrack of Kylie and Jason, followed by a game of musical statues or pin the tail on the donkey, finished off with eating far too much e-number laden jelly and ice cream. Then we’d be sent on our way with a bit of cake wrapped in a serviette, and a balloon if we were lucky. Happy days!
Now FC #2’s birthday party was never going to be hugely elaborate – finances don’t currently allow a mobile zoo or a childrens’ entertainer – so I decided to go down the good old-fashioned route of a party at home, with games and a party tea. Decision made, I set out inviting everybody at nursery (via HOMEMADE invitations – proud Alpha Mummy moment there), and praying to the skies for a dry day to minimise house-trashing.
Clearly, I was hoping for something akin to what Alpha Mummy’s child’s birthday party would look like (albeit on a budget):
In reality, it was much more like this:
The most amusing part of our day was probably Pass The Parcel: the children were sat down in a circle, the music started and the children excitedly passed the parcel from one to the next. The music stopped. The first child to receive the parcel happily ripped off the first layer of wrapping paper – and there was the prize! Yep, I’d accidentally given them one of FC’s birthday presents – the million-layered parcel was still in the kitchen. Doh.
I tried, dear reader, I really really tried.