Kids party themes: traditional. Also file under lowbrow and trailer park

Tardis cake
Lucky Lance.

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 masterpiecewreck 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.

Party table

So the menu:

  • Chocolate crackles
  • Cheezels
  • Traffic light jellies
  • Fairy bread
  • Party pies and sausage rolls (can you believe I used to make these! FROM SCRATCH! Idiot.)
  • Cake

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.

Grover and the tardis cake
with just a hint of penis
Tardis birthday cake
homage to blue food dye

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.

egg and spoon race
Old skool



Grover is five. FIVE!

Grover 5

I had a disagreement with Mum late last week. She was adamant Grover’s birthday was today. I was equally adamant it was tomorrow. I had to check his birth certificate. Yes, it does appear, he was born on the 2nd of July, not the third.

I do not find it hard to believe this happened five years ago, becoming a mother to four children broke me big time for quite some time. If you want to really see the cold hard reality of new motherhood just go read any number of the posts I wrote in July 2007, it’s not pretty. To be honest, it makes me sad. I remember Grover arriving and me basically not being able to enjoy him, relax, recover or draw breath until I had a breakdown in May 2008. And even then that was hardly the kind of drawing of breath I had needed or imagined. Reading those posts I see how stressed I was, how tenuous my sanity must have appeared (and was) and how it was directly reflected in him. Poor little mite.

But here he stands, tall, brash, hilarious, stubborn, independent and wild. We’ve got a whole lifetime ahead of us but for some reason I feel like I’m finally drawing that elusive breath.


Felix and Grover
Clearly related



Grover's 4th b'day
Clearly brothers



Grover is 3



Kim and Grover 4July09


Grovey is 1


Just out
Just out.
Band of Brothers
Band of Brothers
37 and a half weeks 9June07
He was in there for another month after this photo