Becoming Domestic

Our little ones celebrated their 4th birthday this weekend. On the big day itself we all had a great time and marvelled at how they have grown so much in four short years. They had a huge stash of cards and presents to open (thank you, thank you so much to all of you reading who sent them something it was really fab watching them open beautiful cards and great gifts), we had Grandma and Grandad Bob come up for the day from Bristol, had “very very very special treat fish n chips” for lunch and then attempted to feed the not very hungry ducks at at the nearby village pond (this is what the kids said they really wanted to do for a birthday treat lord love ‘em). Grandma bless her had brought along a cake so we did candle blowing (twice of course) and generally had a rip roaring time with a load of balloons all round the house.

Bealers mysteriously took Morris ‘Out, to do something nice for Eden’ halfway through the morning. When they came back Mo was carrying a big bunch of lovely tulips / daffodils for his sister and Bealers had bought a huge bouquet for me. Good Beale Boys (and especially lovely Bealers for bringing your boy up to know that us girls kinda like that sort of thing)!

On Sunday we had further celebrations with our first ever proper party which was held at our house. I had put quite a lot of thought into which games would be fun for seven children ranging from 2 years to four and had a scribbled list with potential timings to include musical cushions, musical bumps, pass the parcel and a nice quiet memory game with lots of small objects placed on a tray and covered with a pillow case. We only managed one round of pass the parcel as it soon became obvious the party posse was much keener on mild anarchy & mayhem based around the contents of our playroom. In the end I put the stereo in the playroom with ‘Pop Party 3‘ playing & left them all to it while all the mummies and daddies enjoyed grown up nibbles in the kitchen.

The kids did however enjoy the birthday tea and cake.