So, yesterday was Eli’s fifth birthday party, and yes, the expected multitudes did appear: 18 adults and 19 children, almost all boys, under the age of 10. Luckily the sun was out and they rampaged in the backyard, though a few went inside and wreaked havoc with the toys in Eli’s room. All the boys needed was some water guns, a lot of water, and some dirt to make mud. Happiness is. Little Ben kept getting so wet, he needed to be changed three times. After hours of mud, it was time for hot dogs and chicken drumsticks. And then Glamma slipped away, before the orgy of cake and presents. A good time, it’s safe to say, was had by all.
New bike.
Watermelon with cousin Dakota – like Eli’s older twin
washing the car
the female end of the party – colouring the boys’ hair
filling the water guns. Lord of the Flies.
mud
more mud
I have to say, I don’t know anyone else who could pull this off. How did Anna get to be so relaxed? She has been a people person since birth, never enough friends in her room. I realize her father is a theatre producer and her mother is also a producer of sorts – my reading series, the Farm Christmas pageant. Without question, Anna is a producer too, of events like these, which she does regularly, where hoards of people have fun and get to know each other and are fed. It’s one of her gifts to the world.
Her gift to me, besides becoming a welcoming, wise human being, is two very muddy, happy little boys.
I just heard from her – Eli’s other grandmother, one of his aunts, and her four kids stayed the night and are still there. Anna and family live in a two bedroom apartment. “Cousin parties are the best parties!” she wrote.
Miraculous. She just sent me this, too:
