Voltorb turned 6 in May, and ever since the Pirate Party, Oshawott has been impatiently waiting for his turn. 90 sleeps away I told him, well didn't that just break his little heart. 9 is far away enough, but 90!? He could not comprehend there was such a number. So after that I tried to not use numbers as reference for him. He talked about his Birthday almost every one of those 90 days. How he was going to have a jumping castle just like the other party, how he wanted every single toy he saw on commericals/catalogues/in shops for his 'birthday!', and an Oshawott cake (oh good!). I almost forgot the balloons, he also wanted floating balloons!
Time was whittling away nicely, I had even arranged the venue and sent out the invitations. During our trip to Broken Hill in June, I even practised making some Oshawott cupcakes.
Then he became sick.
The birthday topic was the one thing that would still put a smile on his face during some of the early sick days. We said yes to every toy he wanted, Daddy told him he was going to take him to Toy World and he could buy ANYTHING he wanted. Then there is me, peeking my head around Coder whispering "within reason of course!". Not that the almost 4 year old was heeding me any attention at all. He was still daydreaming about walking into Toy World coming out with half a wall of Lego in his trolley!
The sickness managed to drag on and on. It was one week before his Birthday that he came home from hospital (the second time). His party was scheduled for the day before that and I wasn't sure if it was a good idea. But the Doctor said it would be fine, and it would have crushed his sole if we cancelled it. So it went ahead.
On the last morning in the hospital I decided that I was not going to attempt the cake this time around. Too much stress that I just didn't need, and I wanted him to have a perfect cake. And there would be no way I could have made it look this good:
Balloon man arrives.
The plush Oshawott present was a hit.
A friend made some Oshawott friendly cupcakes. They were much appreciated!
I grabbed the opportunity of letting the 6 year old be responsible for the 23 month old so I could escape slide duty.
It's fun to pretend to ride a scooter.
Yet in the blink of an eye it all goes pear shaped. Pichu having a tanty after the scooter was not complying to the rules of anti-gravity. The scooter sure learned a lesson here!
Daddy's (occasional) boy.
Tantrum placed on hold for cake candle mesmerisation.
Very rare photo of me. Love the mustard jacket
on bright yellow backdrop.
At home later, modelling one of his presents. A Power Ranger!
Voltorb disappeared into his room armed with an Oshawott toy and the Happy Birthday balloon, coming back later with this.
Putting some Trashies to work in the Trash Pack street sweeper.
What was I thinking?!
Recycled Oshawott cake for round 2 of Happy Birthday singing.
Oshawott and his posse watching Playschool. Yeah! ROCK!
From left: Birthday Boy Oshawott, talking Oshawott, dirty Oshawott, grumpy Oshawott and steroid Oshawott. Guest appearance: Spotty Pyjamas.