So the party on Saturday went well! Though here's a little before and after of the cake. So...before:
After:
Apparently there's nothing that ten six year-olds find more funny than smooshing Spiderman into a cake and creating a little playlet like he's drowning in a vat of quicksand. DELICIOUS QUICKSAND.
Cal's birthday is obviously over summer vacation, so we've always had to have these hodgepodge birthday parties where half of his friends are out of town, on vacation or visiting grandma. But now that Mack is school-aged and seems to be developing a rudimentary understanding what birthdays are (it's the thing where you eat cake, duh), I'm looking forward to his birthday next year, as it'll be the first time where we'll actually be able to have a traditional classroom birthday party. Mack already has it all planned out.
MICHELLE
Mack, when it's your birthday in January, would you like Mommy to bring cupcakes to school for you?
MACK
Yeah!
MICHELLE
And we'll have a birthday party for you and your friends and teachers at school?
MACK
Yeah!
MICHELLE
And we'll light three candles and you'll blow them out?
MACK
Yeah! Three!
MICHELLE
And we'll all sing "Happy Birthday to Mack"?
MACK
(Glowering)
No want you sing.
Anyway. We saw friends and ate cupcakes and the aforementioned wad of pizza, and that evening we had cheeseburgers and watched "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone," I seemingly having forgotten how plodding and dense the exposition in the first movie is, like, GET TO THE MAGIC PARTS ALREADY. (Should have skipped straight to "The Chamber of Secrets," except then I would have missed how adorable little Rupert Grint was before time and testosterone had their unfortunate way with him.)
Anyhoo, I hope everyone had a good weekend, and remembered to finish all their homework. Sunday nights always feel so laden with obligation and foreboding, don't they?