Ringing ears

Our little anklebiter turned six last week.

Last year's birthday cake: a snow cake!

Last year's birthday cake: a snow cake!

Today, he shared a birthday party with one of his best friends. Nobody wanted to have 14 pre-school kids on a sugar high in their homes tearing pictures off the walls or swinging from the ceiling lamps like Tarzan and Jane (too late: this has already been done at home!) – so we did the only sensible thing – and held the party at a soft play area where they are used to kids smearing ice cream all over their hair and faces (four kids did this), screaming their heads off so that the windows shattered (all kids), throwing their juice on the floor (2 kids) and littering the floor with so  much wrapping paper that it looked as if a confetti factory had exploded (the two birthday boys).

argh

All in all, it was a successful party.

The only problem is that my ears are ringing… but I refuse to answer!

20 thoughts on “Ringing ears

  1. Ah, Ladyfi, I recall whole years spent at softplay – Ideal for releasing energies in toddlers in not so clement-weather!

    I am sorry your ears are ringing – It could be worse, honestly – I recall falling off a bouncy castle around the time my son was celebrating his sixth birthday…

    I was ‘rescuing’ a ‘stranded’ girl! More fool me!

    I hope you are well ensconced this evening, looking after yourself, and celebrating a successful birthday party – Always a wonderful trial! x

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  2. Pity I lost my favourite earplugs on the way to the party, as the picture of me shows :-/

    Still, the kids certainly had a lot of fun, and it was fun watching them do so! 🙂

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  3. you will never forget them again, SirPe.
    looks like it was a great success.
    Love and kisses to the anklebiters.

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  4. I have written a note to myself to remind me to only ever have parties somewhere where someone else is responsible for the tidying up. Thanks for the heads up.

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  5. Love the line about not answering your ringng ears. That is brave all those six year olds. I could do with some of that cake though…Happy Birthday to the little anklebiter!

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  6. ooh, you had a party too! The little pink bush is called Daphne mezereum – I don’t think it has any other name in English? In Swedish it’s called tibast. I call it the little pink bush but my sister teaches me proper names for things 🙂

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  7. Should have brought your ear-plugs! I’ve learnt from bitter experience!

    Sounds like a great party – nothing like not having to clean up after all the kids. I did 25 little 6 year old girls once in the house – which was in the middle of being renovated – and never again!!

    Managed to get that same birthday girl – now a world wise 12 year old to fix my comment box today – so no more word verficiation!

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  8. I understand every single word you wrote! Hope you enjoyed celebrating “the anklebiter” and that a good time was had by all. You’re a good mother. 🙂

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  9. Grattis…to the kiddo and to the 200th post (yes, I’ve read’em all without going nuts ;o).

    And this just makes ME crave for a sugar-high to compensate for me just sitting here ;o)

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