#100HappyDays Project: Week Seven

#100HappyDays Project: Week Seven
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Just a small informal gathering, I said. I’ll do up maybe one cake and some crisps ‘n’ dip. Definitely not a big thing and definitely not a red rag to my stress bull.

HOW FAST DOES A YEAR GO? It only feels like yesterday that I was waddling about in a smock from Fat Face, ramming cake in my mouth and crying over a video of twin babies holding hands in their sleep. Oh wait, that was yesterday.

Anyhoo, Moo turns one this week. My VBAC baby, my precious princess, my little shite of a madam. Because we’ve had a fair bit on recently (it’s fine, it’s fine, I won’t mention the house move or work thing again), I wasn’t overly keen on a “proper” party with a church hall and entertainment and shizz. Instead, I thought I’d do a light afternoon tea just for close family – after all, she’s only one, she doesn’t know whether she’s coming or going.

It turns out that between our families, we can still amass twenty “close” peeps without even trying. Then we thought we’d invite our new neighbours around too, and our old neighbour, because that’s when good neighbours become good friends (you knows it). Thank Christ then, that I did my trademark mass catering effort and completely overdid the buffet. I spent most of this week in a slightly frenzied cloud of icing sugar and 0.0001% minimum cocoa solids milk chocolate drops. Every text I sent to my husband contained a vague working title of the next cake I was plotting, until he threatened to take my loaf tin away.

Shows two tables absolutely laden with food

I managed to get myself in a state about Moo’s birthday cake, besieged as I was with Mum guilt that when Mouse turned one, I was like a Pinterest badass and had already planned something showstopper-worthy by the time she hit six months. This time around, frankly I was too busy to care, but I knew I wanted to make and decorate something myself. I’ll save you the self-deprecation, it turned out looking bloody marvellous.

I mean, look how pleased she was with it!

Mummy blowing candle out and Moo looking cross

Maybe she doesn’t get the whole Moo thing yet.

A few weeks back, a lovely company contacted me about their range of party supplies, and even though I was mad set against a “thing”, I at least had the foresight to appreciate that I get pissed off with washing up even if we have the in-laws over for dinner. So, I had a little mooch through their range and chose The Very Hungry Caterpillar pack. It came with a ginormous tablecloth, big paper plates, napkins, cups, and pre-filled party bags. Admittedly I’ve stashed the bags until Mouse turns four in a couple of months, but I was really impressed with the quality of everything.

Hungry Caterpillar Plates

I love The Very Hungry Caterpillar. Mouse has got my childhood copy, from like 2000 or something (cough). I spent many a happy hour ruminating over whether I could manage a cupcake AND a slab of cherry pie, perhaps if I forewent the three plums on Wednesday.

“Ah, it’s a shame they don’t have a farmyard theme,” piped up my husband as he helped himself to eighteen ham and mustard sandwiches. “You know, because she’s Moo.”


See you again next week!

Disclaimer: I got a free party pack from Party Bags and Supplies, which is very genuinely a million times nicer than the thin tat I got from Poundland for the adults to use. For further detail on how I work with brands, please take a look at my Disclosure Statement.

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