|A tiger Mum makes every waking moment a learning opportunity. If you want to have a birthday, then you have to make your own invitations.|
Yes, that is how we spell Saturday in California.
Birthday parties are hard work.
This year Anna did me a huge favour by requesting a bowling party birthday. She'd gone to one earlier in the year and it's all she's thought about since. This was one of those parties where you pay a set amount per child, you get a party room and an attendant, and you actually get to sit back and enjoy the fun. I may have only thrown a few birthday parties since becoming a Mum, but I do know that the ones that are the most enjoyable are where there's
a: no house cleaning,
b: an attendant,
c: the mind-numbing effects of alcohol
or d: all of the above.
Bowling may not seem like a no-brainer for a seven girls aged between 3 and 10, but it was a blast.
How does a 3 year old bowl?
With the help of an alligator of course.....
|Pity me at your peril, fools. This gator and I are going to dominate....|
|If it wasn't for her penchant for 1960s pink satin birthday dresses, this girl would be packing up and moving to Milwaukee to drink PBR and bowl every night.|
|Clearly having quite a lot of fun.|
Then it was time for cake, presents and a sack of tokens each for the arcade. I may have nicked a few tokens from the more gullible children to have a go at the wheel of fortune, but as has been proved many times, I am not the fortunate one. I won four (4) tickets. My oldest daughter.....798 tickets.
|Hitting the jackpot on her 7th birthday. You can't write this stuff......|
How much did all this cost? Well, according to the bill it was
And that was just LK's bar tab.