Thursday, 17 April 2014

The Preschooler's 4th Birthday

Yes, The Spawn are terribly deprived children who've never had a proper birthday party.  I know, I know we're terrifically mean.

We used to celebrate The Spawns Birthday by inviting close family members around for buffet and cake yet as our brood increased including the felines and with limited space it's terrible impractical.  Not to mention all that bother cooking and preparing the food etc.  It's all a bit of a ball ache and a trifle claustrophobic with so many bums and so little space.  It would take up the entire day and was frightfully exhausting, mentally.

So last year we turned it all around.  We now go out to eat to celebrate The Spawns birthdays, at lunchtime.  They get to select the where and we invite the family to join us should they like to.  Everyone has a fantastic time and we all get to go our separate ways and enjoy the rest of the day afterwards.

The Preschoolers birthday started with him opening and playing with his presents and cards from us at home, having a nice intimately quiet morning, just the 5 (+bump) of us.  The Preschooler chose to eat at The Chinese Buffet, one of his favourate restaurants, where we met both sets of grandparents, one of his cousins and one of his uncles.

Following that we went home for another hour or so, relaxing and generally attempting to recover from our gluttony when we realised the day was beautiful and we already had bus tickets for the day so we went to a park that was two bus journies away.  The only decent parks to us are around a 1.5 mile walk away, uphill homewards bound so it's nice when in the posession of Bus tickets to go to a park of choice.  We chose Close Park in Radcliffe which The Spawn dubbed 'Violet Park' many years ago as this is the name they gave to the giant dinosaur sculpture as you enter.  For me, I like a part that has separate areas for bigs and smalls to limit the chances of smalls getting knocked about yet I also like there to be space to play with balls etc, grassland.  This park fits the bill perfectly.

So they ran, they played and fun was had by all.  The sun was shining and the park was blissfully un-busy, enough people for it to be interesting yet not at all crowded.  As none drivers and limited pennies for public transport it can at times feel rather stifling so it's terrific to see The Spawn set loose and free to enjoy the space and outdoors.

The Birthday Boy was a hurricane of motion all day.

They played.

The day was beautiful.

Thing Two had fun,

The littlies played well together.

Thing One had fun.

Despite my phobia of swans, geese and peacocks I adore ducks.

The Boys were being boys.

The other park visitors all appeared to possess that rarity known as park etiquette keeping dogs and foul language away from the  play areas, with no obvious Alpha Children pushing their luck.

The only downside was upon departure, myself and the boys were desperate for a wee.  Just like last time we visited this park appear to see the need to lock up the toilets ridiculously early.  It's okay for the boys much easier for them to discreetly relieve themselves al fresco.  I however, being pregnant, had a ridiculoiusly  uncomfortably full bladder which had to remain that way for the hour journey home.  Cheers Bury Council. Brilliant.  You're so thoughtful.

Having questioned The Preschooler on his favourate part of his whole day he replied that it was having a blue ice lolly that turned his teeth lips and tongue blue.  The simple things eh?

So lots of presents, seven buses, a huge lunch, a play in the park and back home for butties for tea and a quick flying visit from one of his other uncles and one of his cousins.

If that's not a perfect birthday, what is? Spent with people you love and who love you right back, doing the things you love.

A letter to The Preschooler (4th Birthday Post)

How on earth is The Preschooler four? He went to bed aged three, as usual, Monday night and then woke up a four year old on Tuesday.  I know it sounds terribly cliche but I can't believe he's four already, I can still remember the day he was born as if it was mere weeks or months ago, not years.  I have no idea how that happened, how has time gone so fast?  So fast that it feels stolen.  I just wish, I could freeze it now and then.  Because it’s so precious.  Because he’s so precious.

I'll write about his actual birthday in the next post, you know to go full on Mummy Blogger at you complete with pictures.

Dear The Preschooler,

I thought you were my last.  I was told you would be by The Almighty Husband and yet here we are celebrating your fourth birthday with your baby sister flip flopping about inside me.  You're going to be an awesome big brother.
You’re bigger and brighter than life.  You, like your siblings, are my eternal sunshine in a grey world.  You’re the last thing I see before I go to sleep and the first thing I see when I awake.  Your little snorts and grunts are the soundtrack to my dreams.
You’re so heartrendingly charming.  You’re funny and cuddly.  You’re imaginative and creative.  You’re a diva and even that as frustrating as it can be, it utterly endearing.
There’s a wild magic within you.  Keep it safe my darling.  Never let it go.
I have nothing to give you, other than my by heart.  But it’s yours.  It’s yours and your siblings baby.
You'll change the world baby, just by being you it's already a better place.
Yours always,


  1. 1.
    feeling deep pleasure or satisfaction as a result of one's own achievements, qualities, or possessions or those of someone with whom one is closely associated.
    "a proud grandma of three boys"
    synonyms:pleased (with), glad (about/at), happy (about/at/with), delighted (about/at/with), joyful (at), overjoyed (at/over), thrilled (at/about/by/with),well pleased (with), satisfied (with), gratified (at), content (at),appreciative (of) More

  2. 2.
    having or showing a high or excessively high opinion of oneself or one's importance.
    "he was a proud, arrogant man"

I keep seeing the phrase 'Proud to be British' bandied around.  Well here's the thing, I'm British and I can't actually say I'm proud of it.  Where I was born is a fact, not an achievement. Lets forget for a moment the deterioration of Great Britain as the government dismantle and destroy it.  How can you be proud of where you were born?  It's not an achievement, it's an happenstance.  You can't determine where you're going to be born anymore than you can determine your own height or eye colour.  You may be fortunate to be British or even to some, lucky yet how exactly can you be proud of where you were born?  The entire notion seems a trifle ludicrous to me.  Pride is an emotion evoked by one achievements.  Even if you were to look at it as Great Britain's achievements, what exactly has this country done to make you notably proud?

In an era when hatred and prejudice is strong, is this not just another example of feeding this? encouraging this? A way of blinding people against the utter destruction of society that is occurring under the ridiculous guise of uniting them?  

Are you proud of what you're wearing?  Of what you last ate?  Of the colour of your eyes? Or are these just facts?  Are you proud of being British?  Or is that again, just a fact.  

Before you say you're proud of something, ask yourself if it's really something to be proud of.  Are you really understanding the meaning of the adjective 'proud'?

Maybe you're just happy, lucky or content instead.

So no, my children won't be singing the national anthem in school, just like in a none religious school we ensure they realise as Atheists, they don't have to join in prayers either.  It's not inspirational, it's just another attempt at control.  It's arrogant and reeks of conformity. We are not and will not be sheeple.  If you want to make the children proud, do something to inspire it.