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a birthday party review
Jun. 1st, 2012 11:29 pmOh June. You arrive in your reliable fashion. In Seattle (and western Washington) it means that the sun takes a break and the clouds arrive and things are damp. If you are lucky they are also muggy -as it was today.
The wind was odd too. A warm one which makes people strange.
Today I took the kids to a birthday party. (one of Senor Onion's classmates) It was an outdoor party in their garden. We were warned to dress for the weather, which was not too bad all things considered. It seemed like a party with the odds stacked against it what with the weather and the older brother of the birthday girl coming down with Fifth's disease. It seems that it is going around that particular elementary school. The kids were given bug jars and they went digging in the weeds for bugs and spiders to collect. It turned out pretty well. Miss Biscuit found a spider and Senor Onion found a little tiny bug of some sort and a baby slug. The kids also played with balloons. These are children who are mostly brought up in an environment of affluence and let's say... enlightenment. In that the parents for the most part try not to push the societal constructs of gender. At least not tooooo heavily and with some respect that some boys like to wear fluffy dresses and some girls have no use for pink. Yet... sometimes nature comes out over nurture. Which is fine. We should all be who we want to be. (except a sociopath. Those are never desired.)
In this case, the girls were taking the balloons and tossing them up into the air and catching them and running around trying to keep them from falling. The boys... the boys were using them as weapons and shouting, "I am tougher than you." and they would box with them. Eventually there was a pinata to transfer that natural energy into the obtaining candy and toy bugs and frogs.
Soon after there were cupcakes. Oh these cupcakes. I spoke of them elsewhere. They were made by one of the co-op Moms. She used to be a professional baker...and in the last couple of years she has said she has an allergy to gluten. Which isn't uncommon in these parts. Gluten-free baking isn't easy. Because a lot of it is lousy. So lousy. These cupcakes were kind of lousy. I've had her gluten-free cupcakes with the non-dairy shortening-based frosting before. Oh the disappointment involved. The frosting was beginning to separate. The cakes themselves were heavy. I knew they weren't going to be good when Miss Biscuit didn't even finish the frosting. This is a girl who would likely step over an injured relation for frosting. And I felt like I was losing my mind because everyone was moaning in delight over these gluten-free rocks of doom. Have I lost my taste buds? Or maybe I am in a co-op with a bunch of people who burned off all of their taste buds eating cheese pizza?
After that and a little more running around, we offered our thanks. The kids were given seed packets for party favors. Much appreciated.
We had pizza for dinner. We did not burn our tongues. Now to face the reality of emptying out the motherfucking closets this weekend. Mmmmmmmmhmmmmmm. Let the great uncluttering begin! I am about to give away every fucking thing away.
The wind was odd too. A warm one which makes people strange.
Today I took the kids to a birthday party. (one of Senor Onion's classmates) It was an outdoor party in their garden. We were warned to dress for the weather, which was not too bad all things considered. It seemed like a party with the odds stacked against it what with the weather and the older brother of the birthday girl coming down with Fifth's disease. It seems that it is going around that particular elementary school. The kids were given bug jars and they went digging in the weeds for bugs and spiders to collect. It turned out pretty well. Miss Biscuit found a spider and Senor Onion found a little tiny bug of some sort and a baby slug. The kids also played with balloons. These are children who are mostly brought up in an environment of affluence and let's say... enlightenment. In that the parents for the most part try not to push the societal constructs of gender. At least not tooooo heavily and with some respect that some boys like to wear fluffy dresses and some girls have no use for pink. Yet... sometimes nature comes out over nurture. Which is fine. We should all be who we want to be. (except a sociopath. Those are never desired.)
In this case, the girls were taking the balloons and tossing them up into the air and catching them and running around trying to keep them from falling. The boys... the boys were using them as weapons and shouting, "I am tougher than you." and they would box with them. Eventually there was a pinata to transfer that natural energy into the obtaining candy and toy bugs and frogs.
Soon after there were cupcakes. Oh these cupcakes. I spoke of them elsewhere. They were made by one of the co-op Moms. She used to be a professional baker...and in the last couple of years she has said she has an allergy to gluten. Which isn't uncommon in these parts. Gluten-free baking isn't easy. Because a lot of it is lousy. So lousy. These cupcakes were kind of lousy. I've had her gluten-free cupcakes with the non-dairy shortening-based frosting before. Oh the disappointment involved. The frosting was beginning to separate. The cakes themselves were heavy. I knew they weren't going to be good when Miss Biscuit didn't even finish the frosting. This is a girl who would likely step over an injured relation for frosting. And I felt like I was losing my mind because everyone was moaning in delight over these gluten-free rocks of doom. Have I lost my taste buds? Or maybe I am in a co-op with a bunch of people who burned off all of their taste buds eating cheese pizza?
After that and a little more running around, we offered our thanks. The kids were given seed packets for party favors. Much appreciated.
We had pizza for dinner. We did not burn our tongues. Now to face the reality of emptying out the motherfucking closets this weekend. Mmmmmmmmhmmmmmm. Let the great uncluttering begin! I am about to give away every fucking thing away.
