So after my confession earlier in the week you can imagine the fear and trepidation I was feeling with Grover’s 5th birthday party looming. He did, afterall, want a cake shaped like the Tardis.
But then I remembered he is Child No.4. I’ve done many birthday parties and learnt the hard way that stress and effort do not a fabulous birthday party make. Oh I’ve done the up until 3am decorating the house and creating a cake master
piecewreck and MAKING all the party food.
What an idiot.
This is what kids want from a party: their friends, presents, junk food and cake. THE END.
The rest is just there to impress other parents and I gave up on trying to do that loooong ago.
So the menu for our birthday parties is now suitably low brow and the extent of decorating is raking the backyard (diminishing chook poo hazards) hiding the lego and putting an oil burner on in the bathroom. You can thank me later.
So the menu:
- Chocolate crackles
- Traffic light jellies
- Fairy bread
- Party pies and sausage rolls (can you believe I used to make these! FROM SCRATCH! Idiot.)
We did a cheese plate for the grown ups and had Prosecco AND champagne. I know. No expense spared.
But I know all you want to see is the cake.
It was a lovely afternoon. A wonderful group of mums hanging out while kids just tore around with various weapons from our arsenal. There was an egg and spoon race which along with the cutting of the cake were the only organised activities.