The only memories our parents have of our own first birthday parties, come from photos.
In years to come, Gwen, what will we remember of yours?
Will it be that your brother and his friend ran amok with toy baskets over their heads, much to your excitement (then terror)?
Or that it was the first time we’d had both sets of grandparents to stay? Luckily, this didn’t result in a gran-on-gran bloodbath. Instead, it was a barrel of fun and belly laughs.
Perhaps we’ll remember it as the time we lost Austin’s Chum (who has been back in demand since Austin started pre-school). Luckily a friend remembered he’d seen Chum being crammed into a small tin, or we’d have been kept up all night by Austin’s attempts to find him.
Maybe we will remember that your party featured the first ever lot of free stuff we were given through Mummy’s blogging. The nice people at partydragon offered us paper plates, balloons and other paraphernalia. And very jolly the stuff was, too.*
But most of all, Gwen, I hope we will remember the delight on your face when Mummy brought in your cake, and we warbled along to the tune of happy birthday.
*If any readers would like to claim a 20% discount at partydragon (until 31 July 2013), just enter ‘pigeonpair20′ into the discount code box when you buy your party gear.
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