pinata party

It was Miss ‘nearly independent’s’ birthday this week and we had a family get together/party. We were all there, Hubby, boyfriend, ‘stop hassling me’ and ‘I’m busy’ plus myself of course…unfortunately miss ‘Independent ’was not there because she had work commitments. She did come over for Mother’s day however which was wonderful and only the day before….

The flabby was there; growing larger with every party bite and my friend Chocolate was definitely there in the form of my daughter’s birthday cake…huge and made by her boyfriend who is a chef. In fact chocolate and I had a lovely little ‘tet a tet ‘ in the corner where I was happily making sounds of bliss and contentment until my children told me I should quieten it down a little as the neighbours might get the wrong idea.

We are as a rule quite a rowdy family anyway, and apart from my obvious appreciation of chocolate’s finer points we must have raised a few eyebrows and offended a few ears when we started in on the piñata….. (Every family should have a piñata moment, its good for getting rid of a few aggressions and pent up emotions, believe me!!) I know for one that puppy (who I forgot to mention was also there) found our antics and vocals a little daunting…. He ran into the lounge, tail between legs and curled up shivering on the couch, thinking I am sure that the end of the world as he knew it was nigh! We tried to pacify him with offerings of lasagna but he is no Garfield, the kids came in regularly to offer hugs and words of encouragement which temporarily lulled him into a relaxed state, but with each new burst of insane laughter, the sound of the donkey piñata launching across the verandah and hitting ‘I’m busy’s’ head or ‘stop hassling me’ missing aim all together and sending my husband’s wine glass ( and wine) into ‘I’m busy’s’ plate of lasagna and salad ( we were all blind folded so she cannot say we were getting at her deliberately!...all though????) , sent the poor puppy into new heights of body shaking and eye rolling….at one point we believe he lost all control and let a stream of body fluids loose upon the couch, which my son later sat in amidst recriminations of Karma from my youngest daughter(Finally she shows some interest in spirituality!)and lightly veiled smirking from the rest of us. Poor boy, he actually had quite a night, spilling the salad dressing of oil and garlic all over himself earlier, as he reached obligingly for the batteries in the battery charger so I could take some memorable photos of this motley crew!! He went to have a shower finally mumbling something about the smell of garlic and dog wee and how much deodorant did we have???

Needless to say we had a good night. A typical family night. And all the dishes and all the piñata mess on the verandah and even the puppy accident were worth it! And celebrating an offspring’s birthday…well that is always a privilege because without offspring there would be no family and for me having family is sacrosanct! And if you were listening carefully, the raucous sound of my children’s laughter and their exclamations of joy and high-spiritedness, you would have known, were really the sounds of Angels singing…..