The par-tay

And we're back. Still not getting enough sleep but birthdays, holidays and pre-school keep moving along, so blog we must.


Alice's birthday party took place a few days before the big day, with just a couple of little friends along for the ride.  Alice was allowed to invite three little friends (one for each year of her life plus I've decided that they can have a big party every second year to preserve my sanity) and Juliet had a couple of baby friends along too, (conveniently parented by Mummy and Daddy's best mates).

We had a morning do, as we went to an indoor play centre which gets a bit crowded later in the day and Alice, Savannah, Cora and Cassia had a ball.  The Mums let the Dads have a ball too.

It is hard to express how proud I was of the cake.  I had half of Sydney cheering me on, having done a practice run the week before and had to promise the staff in the kitchen shop who lent me the cake pan that I'd take a photo in to show them.  Juliet gamely resettled herself halfway through the three hour marathon that was the cake decorating.  So losing my brain, but still able to make a small person happy with the requested Dora cake. Things can't be all bad.

Proud as punch

And the big moment arrived.  Cora lent a hand as Alice has frankly no puff.

Ah *contented sigh*.  Nothing like a party that goes well and the feeling that you don't have to do it for another year.