GEORGE AGED 2 BLOG 2nd BIRTHDAY PARTY
jeanniejeanniejeannie.co.uk BLOG 10th May 2018
Hi George here.
Welcome to my world. Won’t you come on in?
It was my birthday Tuesday 8th May 2018.
Don’t birthdays take forever to come round? It always seems as though it is someone elses birthday and not yours. I really got to thinking I had not been given birthdays.
And to be fair I have waited half my life for this, my second birthday.
So this is my first of three Blog posts I am going to do about my birthday. As birthdays are slow to come around I want to get as much as possible from this one.
We’ve been doing lots of wall to wall celebrating over the weekend. But it started in ernst on Monday, Mayday Bank Holiday Monday at 10am sharp. Well, a bit earlier for me. In fact, a lot earlier, 5.30am.
As it was my birthday week a Bank Holiday had been decreed by the powers who decree Bank Holidays to celebrate my birthday.
Ok, the Bank Holiday didn’t hit my birthday, but that is one of the idiosyncrasies of modern day living. It’s because adults are in control. It would be different if control was left to us children. Sense and sensible things would rule the world.
Waking everyone up was a tough job, but I managed to have everyone in the house up at 5.30am. Why does it always have to be me waking everyone, can’t someone else take over on my party day.
Once everyone was up the party atmosphere took over at our house. You know how it is, Mum in a mass panic trying to organise us all and Dad dead opposite and so laid back and unusually calm especially to wind Mum up. And Mum then gets even more uptight.
I was so excited, it was actually MY BIRTHDAY PARTY TODAY!!! Ok, not my birthday until tomorrow, but that’s pretty damn close to say an adult has organised it and chosen the date.
It was obviously going to be a Superheroes Party because Mum dressed me in my Superheroes costume.
Those who saw me at my party are going to say “But you were dressed in a blue Joules T shirt with a happy, smiley snail on the back and blue check shorts and brand new blue light flashing shoes”. Exactly, my best clothes, for I am a Superhero with amazing special powers.
So we have to be at Ed’s Barn, East Bridgford, my party venue by 10.00am.
10.00am… on a Monday Morning. Only one person would be capable of organising that… My Mum!!!
But when I got there at first I was a bit disappointed. If someone said to you “Your Birthday Party is in a barn,” you’d think: “Great, lots of animals,” wouldn’t you. I certainly did.
There was not one animal in sight. No cows, sheeps, pigs, horses or goats. Not even a Barn Owl.
Once I got over the initial disappointment I realised it was still brilliant as it was all soft play with enormous high slides to slide down and ball pools and loads of things to climb up and slide down and jump on with all my mates and best of all with the older kids too.
And, there were mountains of food and drink.
I climbed up to the top of the slide… 1, 2, 3, 4, erm, the slide was so high it was even higher than the number of steps I could count to get to the top. Sister Freya and Brother Rory could count them because they go to school. I think there were twenty three hundred and one thousand and ninety nine, one.
As I went weeeee down the slide I even had time to think between the top and the bottom. The slide was that long. And I thought didn’t someone ought to be taking these people to task about the misleading name.
There was nothing wrong with it as a party venue, it was brilliant in fact one of the best, but the name was just a little misleading. Shouldn’t it be called “Ed’s Soft Play Centre”. Or if they insist on calling it “Ed’s Barn” fill it full of animals.
My party was amazing. Everyone came: all my friends, all my cousins, all my auntie and uncles, Nanny, Mamma, two Grandads and even lots of people I didn’t know.
I didn’t see the grownups who look after me at nursery though. I wonder why. I thought back to the last day at nursery. I was concerned I might have said something to upset them? That’s the problem with talking.
After the soft play came the best bit. We went to the sit down bit and we were served huge amounts of food. Chips, chicken nuggets, sandwiches and jelly and ice cream. Yummy, yummy, in my tummy.
Next they brought this amazing cake with a red car on it and two candles. I was able to count the candles. One, two. I expected a Waffle dog shaped cake or even a waffle but the car was brilliant. It made Cousin Ewan envious and anything that makes Cousin Ewan envious has to be good.
May be I will get a real dog tomorrow for my birthday, or a real car.
The problem with the cake was, they stuck it in front of me and I thought some kid would come along and blow the candles out. At every other birthday party I’ve been to that had happened. I couldn’t even remember my last one after all it was half a life time ago.
So I did nothing, I just sat staring at the cake and candles, just mesmerised by the flames.
Sister Freya and Cousin Rory prompted me into blowing them out and I couldn’t stop once I had the right idea.
After a bit more play and distribution of cake and party parcels it was back to my place to open all the presents I’d been given. Ed’s Soft play was over far too quickly.
Mamma, Nanny and the Grandads and Cousins and Uncles and Aunts and Uncles came too. We partied until 10.00pm – that was 12 solid hours of partying, but we opened no presents. I waited for that bit all day.
Ah well, that’s it:
The party’s over
It’s time to call it a day
They’ve burst your pretty balloon
And taken the moon away
It’s time to wind up the masquerade
Just make your mind up the piper must be paid
The party’s over
The candles flicker and dim
You danced and dreamed through the night
Bye Bye GeorgeX
INSPIRATIONAL QUOTE FOR THE DAY
Embrace change. The only thing that’s constant is change. Change means growth.
Happiness is…George’s birthday party at Ed’s Barn
GRANDAD’S ONE LINER JOKE OF THE DAY
Where do bees love to go to the toilet? The BP station
Love is…our story
TRACK OF THE DAY
The Party’s Over – Nat King Cole (did not Chart)
- Lonnie Donegan
Highest Chart Position: No.9 6th May 1962
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