We did dd's on Sunday, though her birthday is not till Friday.
Intermittent deluges scuppered plans for larvely garden party. Instead we had to text mates asking for only one parent (dw had, in her infinte wisdom invited about 15 children), I had to remove door from living room, disassemble the dining table, wheel the large and heavy TV into the washing machine space, stack dd's high chair on it, then the coats from the hall, then the breakfast bar stools etc. etc. It was hellish.
Balloons stuck tastefully on ceiling, a 'Happy 2nd Birthday' banner, one playdough table, one drawing table, my mate Eddie Guitar came and did 20 minutes of songs and, voila, good fun was had by all.
Cake was square of v. v. big strawberries surrounding M&S chocolate mini-bites with some more strawberries on top. Went down well.
I think a hall / another 'place' might be sensible next time if numbers are high.
The weather in this country makes me want to vomit angrily.
We were in and out several times today (with weirdo Baby Born in weirdo buggy which I SWORE I'd never do) and each time got pissed on from a great height and legged it home. This is no way to live I'm tellin' ya lol.