What to do when you live in the burbs on a quarter acre block , it’s your daughter’s fourth birthday and she wants a fairy princess party? That conundrum faced our friends this weekend but rather than capitulating, they seized the day by getting their princess a castle. The biggest jumping castle they could fit in their backyard. Cue hours of delirious squealing and halcyon fun. Afterward we let the kids have a go.
They did an old fashioned pass-the-parcel which I thought was great. Bodhi didn't share the same enthusiasm. Having missed out on unwrapping a surprise, tears began to well in his spoilt little eyes. I was slightly embarrassed by his reaction, but I’ve only got myself to blame. Years of this “no one misses out” party ethos have set some unrealistic expectations. I thought it the perfect time to explain the important lesson that not everyone’s a winner. Upon observing that my explanation hadn’t had the desired tantrum quelling effect, I promptly explained another important lesson : there’s always pretty pink tiara shaped fairy bread for those that miss out.
Pardon the pun but Spring has well and truly sprung down here. On Sunday we packed a picnic and spent most of the day in Albert park and having warm fuzzy family time.
The Lovely Samantha introduced me to some exercises that will form part of a new fitness regime...which I'm already regretting having asked her to do for me. But, judging by the impending eclipse of my feet, it's long overdue.
The real highlight of the weekend though was the football. In nothing short of a modern miracle, within the space of a day, the Saints went from losing a premiership to winning the only one that really matters.
see ya,
Minas.
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