Good things come to those who wait impatiently.

All good things come to those who wait.  Luckily there is no mention of waiting patiently, or needing daily progress reports as to how far away that good thing is.

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:

Happy client.

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.

Spoiled much?  eek!

Happy Birthday gorgeous boy!  

The Birthday that just keeps on giving.

Voltorb had his actual birthday on the 30th of May.  That was the day before we flew out to Broken Hill for the Holidays.  After the Pirate Party, we kept the actual day low key.  Just presents (at 5.45am!), a dozen helium balloons and 2 dozen Pokeball cupcakes to share with his class.  No really, I didn't get him the balloons, i'm not taking credit for that, in fact the little boys and I were just in the right place at the right time to get those.


The day before, we were at Harvey Norman, searching for iTunes cards on special.  I needed to add to the movie selection on the "i" devices before the flights.  At the register there was a lady squirting a creamy like substance into empty balloons.  I was curious.  She said it was to coat the inside of the balloon so the helium doesn't leak out of the latex.  They were replacing all of the old balloons with a new bright orange theme.  Having 2 wee ones with me, of course they offered us some of the old ones.  Well it ended up being more then some, which resulted in quite a circus getting them to, and then in, the car.  It was a blustery day, naturally, and I had Pichu in the pram.  Somehow I managed to maneuver us across the car-park with balloons slapping me in the face.  Oshawott thought this was hilarious.


I sent Coder a message with one of these pics.  Wise as he is, he made a prediction, there was to be much screaming at home later.  Wise, wise words.

Nothing unusual here...

Really! nothing unusual... see? Pichu is having a tanty.  

All is right with the world.

Just wanted a balloon Mum.

One of the bunches.

Pichu was frustrated (read: screeching) because he couldn't reach the string once he'd let go of it.  Which, in turn, meant I had to follow him around retrieving it for him.  Not such a fun game for Mummy on a school night at dinner time. I fixed it by tying 2 extra lengths onto it.  

The birthday boy first thing in the morning. It was just the two of us awake so I let him open just one present to tide him over until a more respectable hour. Don't you just love the bed hair?

The Pokeball cupcakes that went to school.  This is what they looked like in the kitchen,  and i'm glad I took a photo then because there was a bit of an accident trying to get them to the car.  I was holding 2 trays balancing one on top of the other, had my bag over my shoulder and holding Pichu's hand so he wouldn't fall on the rocky path.  Well he stumbled didn't he!  I had to extend my arm down to stop him from falling, in the process, having the opposite effect to the other arm, like a scale, it went up.  Cupcakes went flying.  They fell upside down.  Naturally.  Luckily they had lids on them and I was able to salvage them with a little icing touch up inside.

In Broken Hill, Voltorb was lucky enough to have another Birthday celebration with our family there.  Which meant more presents, and more cake!

Pikachu cake

Ever since the Pirate party, Oshawott has been regularly talking about his Birthday, even though it is 3 months after Voltorb's.  He tells us he is going to have a jumpy castle (he's not.. sorry Bubbie) and an Oshawott (the Pokemon) cake.  Now the cake I can do!  One night in Broken Hill he was being a bit of a ratbag at bed time, didn't want to go to sleep you see.  Having learnt from the best (Legoman) I can now negotiate very well at bedtime.   I told him we would make some cupcakes the next day and decorate them like Oshawott heads as a practice run for his big birthday cake.