Piglet’s 2nd birthday came and went without us even noticing it. Piglet was ill with a bad case of viral fever and snubnose in spite of feeling poorly was valiantly in the thick of ballet rehearsals and performances. I swear two kids is just about enough for me. I am a poor multi-tasker at the best of times, and this December it was proved to me as I really struggled between giving both the attention they needed (plus handle year-end deliverables at work).
Thankfully, a couple of days break during Christmas was all it took to arrange a belated birthday party for Piglet (mostly to salvage my conscience). Piglet couldn’t care less about it.
We also needed to get him a long overdue birthday present, and to make up for the delay, me and FIL pooled in our resources to go all out and get him a ride-on (nearly a year after we first investigated it.).
I also got him this sweet xylophone that he loves and plays with all the time. Btw, this was his choice from the store. I let him run wild and explore the stuff and see what he likes and turned out it was this . Another reason I love Hamley’s so much, they just let kids be.
Of course, we then had to stop and take a now mandatory photo in front of the Hamley’s bus. This is something only I get enthused over, the littles were too busy playing.
So after the gift, it was off to the party supplies store and bakery and we came out lugging bagfulls of stuff. That very night we wrote off the invitations, bright and early next morning snubnose went cycling to deliver all the invites, and a party was in the works. Only to get no response at all. No phone call/email/text message nothing. Only my personal friends confirmed.
Till a day before the party, I was looking at hosting a massive bash with only 3 confirmed guests .
The day before the party I got an inkling of what had happened. Most people weren’t home when snubnose went around with the invitations, and so she just dropped them in the letterbox. Also, I had used Piglet’s actual name Hemanshu on the invites (not his nickname by which he is known everywhere).
When I received a tentative SMS asking me if Hemanshu was Piglet I realized the extent of the confusion. I immediately called up all invitees disabused them of the notion that they had received invites for a complete stranger’s party. It was amazing how their voices cleared up when I clarified that Hemanshu = Piglet. And then it was all, of course, we know, and of course we are coming .
Oh, Piglet, I knew giving you such a long name wasn’t a good idea. His nickname (which is not Piglet btw, Piglet is just his blog moniker) is nothing like his real name, and nobody (not even his school teachers) call him by his regular name.
Anyway, after the initial scare, all the kids came on time and it turned out to be a small but very sweet party. Piglet had his friends, all his friends’ elder sisters came along and gave snubnose company, so both the littles had a blast.
I am not sharing too many actual snaps of the party as I don’t want to violate other people’s privacy, so here are a few basic ones mostly featuring a happy snubnose and a somewhat bemused (but content) Piglet.
We arranged a cake with one of Piglet’s long-standing literary loves – Spot embossed on top.
We got him a new dress for his birthday – a casual work shirt and a pair of cute jeans, but in all the hullabaloo of the party, I forgot to change him into it, hence the pajamas.
I have to say that Piglet was so comfortable in his pajamas (which are also new, btw, just so you don’t think he was in some stinky ole stuff), that I was quite envious of him. Partying in PJs should be the new in thing, I think.