Thank you to everyone that sent birthday wishes to the newly Mr 4. He had a fab time. His older and supposedly wiser older brother still has a few issues to work through. Like: “It’s not all about Mr 4!!” and stomping off in tears and howls of protest as he discovers someone has kindly sent the exact thing Mr 6 has always wanted.. Um… firstly, yes indeed, the day was all about Mr 4 – and secondly you might be lucky enough to make it to your 7th birthday and drop hints. Might be lucky enough would be the operative phrase.
Anyway… the fun stuff.
Mr 4 had the choice of a train cake or a number 4 cake (both out of the Australian Womans Weekly cake book). In the end, he went for the train. Fine. Worked out what I needed to get and having decided I was not going to bake the cake myself (sponge cake from Countdown) all I needed to do was collect the neccessary items from the cake decorating shop in town. So off me and the Mr’s headed on Saturday morning. To discover the decorating shop had closed down. Ummmmm…. stunned mullet! 😯
We recovered and managed to make do and come up with items to use at the supermarket: phew.
Next, the request had been put in for a red train. So I couldn’t use the proper food colouring I hadn’t been able to get so I got stuck with the Hansells. And a lovely, pastel shade of PINK! Not quite what me or the Mr had in mind. I added some blue – and we got a purple train. “It’s OK Mum, I like purple” Good on you Mr, you’ll see in your next birthday 🙂
Cake is made and put away for the night. Roll on the actual day.
Opening the family presents over morning tea, and enjoying having Uncle D there to make a bit of a fuss too. Seriously enjoying the envious tantrums and meltdowns of the older Mr…… NOT!! Oh man!
And on to the party. I’ve schooled myself on the benefits of having so many people not at my house after a few years. The fact we have a really good community centre is a god-send. But it’s just hard waiting for your guests to arrive….
Those masks were fun to make – we had those instead of party hats. One small tip: try to keep fingers out of kazillion degree hot glue. That hurts a tad!
But once the party guests arrived, we turned the party on its head and had the food and cake first. Hubby had a band commitment and he would have missed the candles and the song and the cake otherwise. So it was fun – and all the candles were blown out in style.
Once the clean up was completed and we all went home, happy but tired, it just left one last thing for Hubby to do. Put up the swing set. This was the big thing that Mr 4 had been asking for for some time. We got one swing on it before ourpartied out minds said “enough!”
Mr 4 told me in bed that night that he had had a really good day. Have you clicked he is a wee bit of a charmer yet??!
The final excitement was nothing to do with birthdays. We had to say farewell to the visiting Uncle D. Or, “My Uncle” according to Mr 4. Mr 6 was disappointed not to be able to come out to the airport as well, but he got an afterschool playdate out of it so that was OK. We picked up Hubby on the way through town and escorted Uncle D to the airport for one final round of lattes and cappucinos. Would love to think it won’t be long before we see some or all of the US contingent again, but the truth is, it will be a while.
So hopefully Uncle D is safely back in Memphis – and his ears are no longer ringing from the early morning sounds from the Mr’s.