Happy Birthday

And it truly was a happy birthday, even though things worked out rather strangely. We had planned a party at John's Pizza and invited 17 of their little friends from daycare/preschool: their entire class plus four special friends from the other class. Lots of other people were having parties there today too, but the 11-12:30 slot was still available, so we took that one.

After picking up the cake at the grocery store at 10, we arrived at John's around 10:45. We discovered that they don't even open until 11.

Another little boy waited with us. Turned out he was a guest at the other party scheduled for the same time as ours.

They let us in a few minutes early and we found our tables all ready for us.

We had another table besides the one you can see here. We didn't even use this table at all, just the other one. The tables in the back were for the other party. That party actually had some guests. For the first 40 minutes of our time slot, we had no guests at all. So we played air hockey...

and rode on the little car and the little horse...

and FINALLY one little boy guest showed up, followed by two little girl guests. I never was so happy to see anyone in my life as that first guest and his mom. We had hoped that some other kids would come, even though they hadn't RSVP-ed, but no one else did. Three out of 17. So weird.

We had to hurry up and have the party, because they were going to kick us out promptly at 12:30. We had ordered three pizzas (cheese, pepperoni, and veggie) and pitchers of lemonade, iced tea, and water. There was rather a lot of everything left over. The cake didn't taste very good, but it was certainly impressive.

All that cake for five little children, one of whom was allergic to it. The mom told me about the allergy, but I didn't put two and two together, so I didn't bring a different dessert for her. Fortunately our waitress found her some cherry cobbler.

And then we opened presents, and boos loved everything they got -- Legos and cars.

The other children and their parents decided to stay a little longer to play in the game room, but Baby A and Baby B wanted to go home and play with their new toys. So we did that. And had leftover pizza for dinner.

And then, after dinner, it was time to drive out to the Inyokern Airport to pick up Aunt Nonny, and was that ever a thrill for the boos. And tomorrow Nonny and I are taking the boos to Disneyland. So it's all good, all fun.

But three out of 17. It just blows my mind. Thank goodness the kids are too young to understand or care.