Squeezah’s 6th Birthday

The integrated 4th dimension has done it again, and brought about another birthday for our Saz.

The day of her birthday kicked off with a treasure hunt for pressies!

Happily, we are a little more settled and connected than we were when Amber’s birthday was top of the bill. The timing was just rude for poor little Amma – we’d been here 2 weeks before her birthday came up and still didn’t know our way around, or anyone who might want to come around.

Since then we have established via various bumpings and befriendings that the neighbourhood is a veritable nest of friends, some literally 2 doors down. This has been great for the girls, who now get invited and can extend invites more widely than they have since we left ZA. For Hayley and I, getting to remember which parents belong to which children has been a test.

As it happens there are a few, really nice little party venues within a 5 minute drive. Of the recommendations, one called “The Mad House” had me sold just on its name.

And so it came to pass, on the appointed day – behold the door was opened unto them, and they all went in to the Mad House and there was much rejoicing, noise, merry making, cake and gnoshing of teeth about the feast.

To make things even more festive, a friend of Amber’s was having her party on the same day, at the same venue and their table was the one right next to ours. The Mad House has a huge common play area where a whole band of kids can go moggy, and then there are reserved tables which are nothing more than refuelling stations for the kids and a location point for the parents.

At a given time, the staff get all the kids from a particular party together, herd them and their parents into a private function room, and then lay on the eats. The contrast is uncomfortable to begin with, taking kids from hyper activity and then suddenly filling their mouths with goodies produces an eerie silence.

Sarah, got a mass of gifts from her friends to add to the mass from the family she bundled through in a treasure hunt in the early hours of Saturday morning.

The birthday cake was wrapped up into party bags and no sooner than we left the front door of the Mad House, our girls wanted to eat their cake.    

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SQUEEZAH!