The Josie turned a much anticipated eight on the 6th. So of course we had to have a party. I say of course, but don’t be fooled, Josie is the only child who had an actual birthday party this year. Seeing as how last year she was the only child who did NOT receive a birthday party, we thought reversing it would only be fair. Seeing as how she didn’t get a party last year. She should have a party this year. Because we skipped her last year. So this year she should be the only one with a party. Because last year she didn’t have one. So this year she should have a party. We can’t forget. Like we did last year. We have not discussed this subject at our house quite nearly enough for my taste, I can tell you.
Two months ago while discussing her birthday party – which we forgot last year – she looked up and asked, “Can I have an Edward Lear party?” To which her father, the lover of poetry said, yes of course, dear sweet child of my heart. You may have that party and all that I possess.
You see, the husband has been reading poetry aloud to the children for years now. They love listening to him read, and they love Edward Lear especially. He loves poetry, they love him, it all works out.
So party it up we did! I found some charming animal masks that seemed to go with the fanciful theme and off we went. We were joined by bees and mice,
a very fine interpretation of The Owl and the Pussycat, complete with Owl, Pussycat,
We were joined by various beasticles, birdlings, and boys, to play The New Vestments game – making a beautiful cabbage cloak for your baby – but you knew that already.
We also had what is turning into something of a tradition. A piñata made by Papi and children, which was awesome. It was a beer box covered in duct tape, paper and crepe streamers. It took forever to break. What? You thought everything we did was classy?
On the overall the girl had a great birthday, one I hope she will not soon forget.
Happy Birthday sweet Posie!
Because we are not insufferable blowhards enough.