Life changes when you become a parent. The word “party” used to mean something entirely different.
Something about beer and more beer, and a kebab trampled into the carpet.
Now it means kids and more kids, and cake trampled into the carpet.
But it’s still easily as much fun.

The magician/entertainer we hired for Alex’s 4th birthday party was “Crazy” Colin Underwood and comes highly, highly recommended if you’re looking for something a bit different for a child’s party or corporate event. He was brilliant and entertained the kids and adults alike for almost an hour.
I’ll get some pics up onto flickr sometime over the weekend, but as you might imagine – having had a house full of 20 four year old kids and all the cake trampling that goes with it - we’re pretty knackered right now




Fourth Hurty
It was approximately 1630 when Alex decided to dive head first into a rock in the sandpit at Dunes in Hout Bay: a location that he chose for lunch on his fourth birthday (which is what today is).
Previously, he and his sister had enjoyed playing there for hours in the sun while we watched over them through the bottom of several (or more) draught Peronis. And we really were thinking about heading home when we suddenly thought about heading for the hospital.
A few tears (always a good sign with a banged head) and plenty of blood (not so good) and we decided to cut things short (although we did stay for a quick bowl of ice cream while we paid the bill).
At the hospital, surrounded by osteoporotic old ladies and vomiting babies, we waited and waited and waited until finally escaping almost three hours later with a clean bill of health and some helpfully washed hair.
No stitches. No fuss. But a great tale for school on Wednesday.