It has been the birthday weekend of the year, that one weekend when parties take over our lives and we collapse around Tuesday, exhausted and happy that it's over for another year. The Twins turned 9 on Monday and with it came parties; not just theirs, I hasten to add. The partying began on Friday when Lucy had a sleepover in an indoor Bedouin tent thingy with 8 other wee girls.
We put on a buffet of mini baked potatoes with cheese and tuna, stuffed pitta pockets, carrot sticks, antipasti, homemade bread, cheese, lots of it in real and disguised form i.e. cheese strings, mini babybels etc.
There was watermelon, grapes, pineapple, tomatoes, cucumbers, bread sticks, sweeties, cookies, pigs in blankets, pizza to name but a few.
And of course, there was cake.....
The weather was glorious so a lot of time was spent outside playing; Fraser was supposed to go out with dad but instead, gelled his hair back, put on a white shirt and waistcoat and became the butler for the evening......
....and then it was a sing song on the X-box but before that, there was time to put the candles in....
And some sparklers......
And sing happy birthday!
Lucy at her party
Happy Girl!
So, that was that....no, wait....it wasn't. Then it was Fraser's turn!
Skywalking and climbing at Climbzone, Braehead was the party of choice and a doddle compared to the sleepover; take 5 kids, bundle them into a car, let them scale new heights and giant walls which they loved while you watch with a coffee and a camera then take them for burger, chips and ice cream. Done.
Of course, cakes are still required....
Mice and worm cupcakes
Then there was the family tea party...even more cakes....
And of course, party bags (or cups in this case)....
Done yet? Not quite. We had a BBQ to attend which was lovely with chicken marinated in pesto and bbq sauce, burgers, fat sausages, pork with sweet chilli sauce and buckets filled with potato salad, amongst many other things.
Finally, Lucy had her friend's party to attend and after taking them to the local restaurant for dinner on Monday night, the night of the actual birthday, we collapsed in that little heap and were thankful that birthdays are but once a year.
My 9 year old, ready for the BBQ.
And lets not forget big sis who was wonderful during the entire weekend.