One of the great things about having a summer birthday party is you can celebrate outside.
This year, along with ol’ faithful slip n’ slide and climbing frame/swing set, we created a carnival of sorts for our Miss S.
We made a Fish Pond that took on a life of its own once the big sisters (Miss Q and her friends) got ahold of the operation. They had a blast fishing for shells and gummy whales. Though Uncle M and Auntie C threw an occasional wrench in the young anglers’ plans with a Cheezie or pretzel from the food table… not to mention the occasional smelly shoe compliments of my husband.
I made a Kissing Booth with four jars filled with Hershey Kisses. Whomever guessed the number of Kisses in the jar won the jar of chocolate. What every mum wants their child to win after a sugar filled afternoon. Insert my devil horns here.
When we were making the sign for the Kissing Booth I put lipstick on Miss Q and Miss S and had them kiss the sign. Yes, I know after declaring chap-stick the gateway to all things make-up here is the pot calling the kettle black… However, I believe I stumbled upon the remedy for Miss S’s thumb sucking: once the lipstick was applied Miss S didn’t want to put her thumb in her mouth for fear of messing up her lips.
For the record: I don’t think her thumb sucking is a problem yet, and I will NOT be using this solution for fear Toddlers and Tiaras will be next. Also for the record, Miss Q chose red lipstick, Miss S chose pink; Miss Q had no qualms about leaving a rouge smear on unsuspecting hands, cheeks and elbows.
My husband also made a water balloon toss that doubled as a photo booth for the littles. He drew a monkey head on cardboard and then cut a hole out where the face should be. The kids posed for pictures in the head and then my husband stuck his head through the hole and had the kids throw water balloons at his face. Great fun and no, officer safety did not consult a WHIMIS sheet nor did he wear goggles.
Miss S wanted a monkey cake “just like you made me last year.” I don’t know why I couldn’t comply with that request, maybe it is the artist in me who needs to be challenged, or maybe it was because last years giant monkey, though delicious, was pretty labour intensive with all the cutting and icing. Regardless this is what she ended up with:
An equally intensive monkey – I really want to say I didn’t spend 2.5 hours sculpting her out of gum paste, but I did. I had to tint the paste if that makes 2.5 hours sound better. Also, this was supposed to be a monkey wearing a beautiful tutu, not a monkey on a giant cupcake. You be the judge.
And not to be outdone. Here is the magnificent beast who pulled us through town on Miss S’s actual birthday:
I LOVE three-year-olds!