Seven is rough with kids. Lucy’s seven was strong. Otto has been also strong. I look forward to the time of eight.
The boy party went well. You see, girl parties are full of giggles and dress-up. Boy parties are filled with running and climbing and hey are those baby cows? Yeah, so my routine is
4 – everyone gets a garbage bag and we do a jumping race
4:30 cake –
5 – total chaotic running testing the boundaries of our fencing ( and we thought the cows needed the fences ) while simultaneously keeping track of Z and keeping the kids away from the lake.
5:30 check the time twice and again to see if maybe it might be 6pm yet. But it isn’t
5″45 Goody-Bye bags. Goody Bye, thanks for coming! Now where are those parents??
6- parents arrive and finally I can tuck into that Madiran that one of those lovely parents brought over as a “bon courage” present.