Party bags and the refusal of social pressure with kids
Little D turned 3 and had a party. The same party, at the same place (our garden), with largely the same people plus some new friends, as he's had for every birthday of his life... I think that's kind of cool. It started when he turned one in our new house, with us using the occasion to invite our new friends over for the first BBQ of the year - and it's pretty similar now. It's the first BBQ of the season for our family friends, as D enjoys playing with the kids we're calling that his party. Of course I make him a birthday cake and we have a moment with candles and singing happy birthday, but that's as far as organised kids entertainment goes. D happily exhausted after his big day He loved it. There was one moment when he reclined in a camping chair with a plate of food on his lap, and he looked like the cat that got the milk: utterly, happily satisfied. I asked him then, are you having a happy birthday? And he just beamed with happiness. There we