While you might be warming up for the silly season, we’ve just got to the end of another birthday season. Someone really should explain the benefit of ensuring kids’ birthdays are evenly distributed across the year prior to pregnancy…
Anyway, this year was quite a rollercoaster, starting in New Zealand, where it was more of a hydro slide. We’ve reached an excellent turning point where all cousins could tackle the slides without an adult! It was also a lesson in singlemindedness, as the youngest determinedly pushed the inflatable ring, three times his size, up three flights of stairs. At least twenty times!
Then there was the “sleepover of peace and prosperity”, rebranded from the “sleepover of doom and destruction”, which had meant that it had been put off for a year.
Although, with twelve boys, peace isn’t quite the right word… the tsunami wave of sound hitting us at 6.30am as they helped themselves to brekkie definitely made it clear they were awake!
It was interesting that they chose to watch Turning Red, a film about a young girl starting off adolescence – in amongst the nerf gun battles of course!
This was a contrast to the three girls who stayed for my daughter’s birthday, who were much quieter… except perhaps for the late night dance challenge that took them away from Jurassic World Dominion…
Followed by my husband’s birthday barbecue that my daughter “organised”. This mostly involved inviting people, specifying the menu, and flicking her fingers to make it happen… luckily it all came together and no eyebrows were burned in the barbecuing!
Phew, now to sort Christmas!
Tough Mother 