The Cake of Dragon Bored

The Cake of Dragon Bored

The 15th anniversary of the extraction of the Middlest Child was fast approaching and with my brain and days filled to near overflowing I felt it best to be as organised as far ahead of time as possible. I attempted, with some 4-6 weeks to spare, to extract some sort…

The Birthday Day

The middlest one has reached the lovely, anticipated, pre-pubescent age of twelve. Having taken examples from his older, relatively newly pubescent brother, he spent much of his actual birthday in a state of Surly, as those in the pre- and presently-pubescent have the absolute right to do, and you hate…

The Birthday Cake

Monkey Boy’s fourteenth birthday was approaching and, unlike both of us, we hadn’t given a great deal of thought to his cake. Or, maybe, in hindsight, maybe he had, and I just thought he was being a smart arse. You see, when I asked him, he told me he wanted…

Cupcakes and goldfish

Today is the day of Chippie’s actual birthday. I could go into all manner of gushy blah, about how it was the most awesome experience and how much he has changed our world and [insert any other of the hundred million cliches about childbirth here] but there were cupcake to…

Birthday. Again.

Sometimes, I feel like all I do is birthdays. No, that’s not entirely true. It’s that I insist on having several parties for each child and it simply adds up. Anyhoo, after two or so months of crazy moving chaos, and still enduring trips to Ikea and Bunnings and Spotlight…