The Tiger’s birthday was actually Friday, his kid party was yesterday, and only now am I getting around to writing about it. The party itself was pure slackerdom: let them play in the wading pool, slide and slip on the slip and slide, and run through the sprinkler. Interspersed with all this was a hefty dose of simple carbohydrates, geared to a watery ocean theme. This was the cake:
In case you’re foolish enough to try this at home, the sand on the ocean bottom was made of colored sugar sprinkles, the rocks are milk chocolate candy rocks, the seaweed is cut from fruit leather, and the fish are Nemo fruit snacks. (By “fruit,” I mean a gummy concoction that resembles fruit only if you’re also credulous enough to think that Scientology is a reasonable belief system.) You could also use colorful goldfish crackers as your fish and crushed graham crackers for sand, but I was afraid they would turn disgustingly soggy in our muggy weather. So we just served the goldfish on the side. Honestly, we were just lucky that the thunderstorms passed us by and we weren’t stuck with ten six-year-olds in the house.
Also, I’m here to say: Gummi worms (aka “gummi eels”) in a wading pool? Not a brilliant idea.
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Sounds fantastic.
Hiring entertainers is all very well, but give the kids the tools and they’ll finish the job.
Outside of course. Inside, unless you have a special area, they’d finish the house as well.
There’s a fairly recent picture of me somewhere on a bouncy castle with a village policeman, complete with uniform and radio. Proving nothing except that I’m not dead, and loving the sound of spontanaity that never dies, and the sound of your kid’s party.
Oh, we’ve had indoor parties too. My older son was born in November, and his birthday festivities have typically ended with us throwing the kids outdoors, whatever the weather. I seem to recall sleet for one of those birthdays. That much energy just can’t be contained.