Oliver had his 5th birthday over the weekend, and Catherine organized a wonderful party for him. About a dozen of his friends gathered under a faux circus tent in our living room and in our back yard for crafts and games and cupcakes. Catherine dressed up like a clown (okay, I’m sorry: next time I’ll be the clown, I promise). Everybody seemed to have fun, and I got to put faces to the names of lots of Oliver’s friends (including a special bonus: I found out the name of the person previously referred to by Oliver as simply “little girl.”).
What with all the trained killers waiting to steal our children out from underneath us at any minute, I’m not going to post any photos of the party; in lieu thereof, here’s a photo from my sixth birthday (Mom says she thinks I didn’t have a 5th birthday party, or at least that there are no pictures of it):
I turned 6 in April of 1972, and I started Kindergarten in the fall of 1971. We still lived in Burlington, Ontario at the time, so the party would have been held in the basement of 1471 Augustine Drive. Mom and Dad still have those chairs. I think the checker board went at a garage sale. Neither Mom nor I can remember the names of the other kids in the picture (I’m the one in the middle).
Interestingly, it appears from the top of the cake that, like Oliver, I had a circus-theme birthday.