Birthday GirlSeptember 19th, 2010
My beautiful little goddaughter turned 4 this month and Rob and I helped her mum and dad set up a birthday party for her at a local hall so that she could celebrate with her adorable baby sister and her friends.
There was lots of food already for the little ones and the sandwiches were in hand, so I made fairy cakes with buttercream icing for the grown-ups to have with their tea. Aside from an unfortunate incident with a food mixer full of butter and icing sugar which resulted in me wearing said sugar, along with disbelief at the mess I never fail to make from Rob, the kitchen operation went well, with one batch of cakes in the oven, while another batch cooled and I mixed up more mixture for the next.
We transported the cakes without incident to one very excited little girl’s house and from there on to the hall. We thought we may be able to get in early but as it turned out we only had half an hour to get things ready for 25+ little children and their parents, so it was all hands on deck.
The tiny little chairs and tables were laid with table cloths and paper plates – Barbie for the girls and Ben 10 (never heard of him? Me neither, but I gather he’s the latest craze) for the boys, and then little bowls of party food were put out. Rob and I were on kitchen duty, making up jugs of squash, putting biscuits onto plates and preheating the ovens ready for the hot food.
Before we knew it the little ones were starting to arrive; little girls in their party dresses and little boys smartly turned out. The children’s entertainer soon had them all gathered around her and then the party fun and games begun!
There were pom poms and streamers, dancing and hula hoops and watching all the children running round having the time of their lives made me want to be 4 years old again and run and join them, but I managed to restrain myself.
After the games it was time to eat and when it was time for everyone to go home, in high spirits and party bags in hands, you knew they would sleep well. And so would the kids.