An admission: two children's birthday parties down, two to go, and the great gardening party idea (see blog post of 5th February) is still awaiting its moment (as is our garden).
No. 3 opted instead for a seasonal theme, reflecting our daily mix of sunshine and rain. Her Rainbow Party brightened our home with splashes of colour to wash the winter away. Though I'd love to be crafty, I know my limits, so ambitiously wild ideas turned into pleasingly plain and simple plans. We would play the same party games as always with the same over-excitement and over-indulgence as ever, all in glorious Technicolor! We threw ourselves into the preparations in a way our menfolk just couldn't understand. "Why do girls love all those bright colours and sparkle?" queried No. 1 shaking his head in bewilderment. So we responded by becoming even more girlishly detailed in our choices of packs of pens and cupcake cases, with No. 3 repeating the traditional mnemonic of Richard of York Gave Battle in Vain perhaps one time too many...
That and our enthusiastic rainbow-spotting in the run up to the party clearly decided the boys' game plan in response. Or was it the brilliant colours strung up all over the house, No. 3 and I gushing over bunting? Either way, the boys' lack of appreciation for the feminine invasion revealed itself just as the party was getting started. The urgent ring of our telephone was answered by son No. 2 who began chatting animatedly (with someone) about our mortgage repayments being increased. "WHAT?!" I cried, "No, I don't want to speak to anyone right now! I'm chopping carrots, cucumber and peppers and plating up rainbow veg!" A snorting, sniggering No. 2 ran to the loudly guffawing sources of the call from upstairs (No. 1 and No. 4). Funny one, boys. I may not be crafty but my sons are definitely trying to be!
Undeterred by my boys' further efforts to sabotage events by substituting the welcome sign with their own, saying "Change of venue! Party now being held next door", 10 gorgeous girls stepped out in rainbow style to join No. 3 in celebrating her birthday. For once the boys were outnumbered and the girls made the rainbow rules! The boys retreated upstairs to bide their time while the girls enjoyed their moment. Here is a flavour of the fun:
Finally, the piñata. Unaccustomed to being in the minority, the boys had reappeared only briefly to partake in rainbow popcorn and a zillion skittles. However, a piñata is a bit of a draw for a boy - it's a chance to whack a defenceless object with a stick, after all! As the girls trooped outside, queueing up neatly to take their turns, I heard boyish laughter and sensed something was up. Looking around I spotted three impish faces at an open window upstairs before they ducked out of sight, quickly yanking their homemade bow and arrows behind them. I turned away, then swung back suddenly to catch them aiming an arrow at the poor vulnerable piñata (not at the girls, I promise). Busted boys! And believe me, I told them so!
So a successful party all in all. Colourful and fun, with a not altogether unexpected element of disruption. End result: Girls - 10, Boys - 3 and for No. 3 that's all that mattered! Boys seriously outnumbered. Now back to our garden...
Angelique & Becky
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