Margo's Second Birthday Party
Margo turned 2 about three or four weeks ago. It was the middle of the week, and we quietly 
celebrated by having our friends and neighbours come over for pizza in that sliver of time between getting home and going to bed. It was fun, but quiet.
See, we knew that Grandmamaman was coming, so we thought that it would be better to wait to throw the bash while she was here, so that she could witness the chaos and share in the fun.
Good times. It always surprises me how many people we can fit in this place, especially if half of them are about twice as big as garden gnomes.
We woke Margo up from her nap when the first guests arrived. You know what... that's almost always a bad idea. The party didn't start until after she had corralled all the helium balloons and shepherded them safely away from any other kid. (I hope you enjoyed the cowboy imagery - I have successfully gotten Margo to say "giddy-up" or "yeeha" when I ask her what cowboys say).
Donna, being the smart cookie that she is, decided against baking three cakes (being the masochistic baker that she is) and opted for banana, carrot and orange something muffins with icing so that every child could have their own. Then we had a cupcake picnic indoors. Good idea, Mama. The cupcake/muffins were a hit. Nearly thirty-six muffins gone in minutes. One of those count-your-fingers-after-you-hand-them-out kind of frenzies.
It was a great day. By the end, she was giddy with amusement, and in an all around good mood.
I just have to share with you a video, though, that reveals all too well Margo's personality. Everybody, all the guests, the parents, the Grandmamaman, everybody is in the living room. It's loud. People are happy.
Where's Margo?
Margo's in her own room, contentedly eating a half-muffin alone, after having tracked down the #2 candle from her original birthday muffin.
Ah, Margo. You're the sweetest, funniest thing, even if you are anti-social and a helium cowgirl.
Bonne fête, ma fille.
- Michel
celebrated by having our friends and neighbours come over for pizza in that sliver of time between getting home and going to bed. It was fun, but quiet.See, we knew that Grandmamaman was coming, so we thought that it would be better to wait to throw the bash while she was here, so that she could witness the chaos and share in the fun.
Good times. It always surprises me how many people we can fit in this place, especially if half of them are about twice as big as garden gnomes.
We woke Margo up from her nap when the first guests arrived. You know what... that's almost always a bad idea. The party didn't start until after she had corralled all the helium balloons and shepherded them safely away from any other kid. (I hope you enjoyed the cowboy imagery - I have successfully gotten Margo to say "giddy-up" or "yeeha" when I ask her what cowboys say).
Donna, being the smart cookie that she is, decided against baking three cakes (being the masochistic baker that she is) and opted for banana, carrot and orange something muffins with icing so that every child could have their own. Then we had a cupcake picnic indoors. Good idea, Mama. The cupcake/muffins were a hit. Nearly thirty-six muffins gone in minutes. One of those count-your-fingers-after-you-hand-them-out kind of frenzies.
It was a great day. By the end, she was giddy with amusement, and in an all around good mood.
I just have to share with you a video, though, that reveals all too well Margo's personality. Everybody, all the guests, the parents, the Grandmamaman, everybody is in the living room. It's loud. People are happy.
Where's Margo?
Margo's in her own room, contentedly eating a half-muffin alone, after having tracked down the #2 candle from her original birthday muffin.
Ah, Margo. You're the sweetest, funniest thing, even if you are anti-social and a helium cowgirl.
Bonne fête, ma fille.
- Michel
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12:39 p.m.Aww.. what a sweet girl. She needed a few minutes alone to enjoy the moment.
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