As promised. The sea scene:
I am jazzed by my fishies. The dotter, too, was jazzed, and made sure we brought the fishies home to hang in her bedroom.
The cake:
It was expensive. And full of gooey goodness. And had a bracelet.
My new home-based business plan: rent OmegaDad out to birthday parties as entertainment. He got the kids all giggly and riled up by chasing them as a Big Noisy Monster. Here, The Chase:
Then, he appropriated the magic wand we were using for a pinata buster and used it to magically change each kiddo into an animal of some sort. Then, he did the "Funny Alphabet", which is where he gathers the kids around and pretends to have major problems with the Alphabet Song–always good for a laugh with the kids, who keep telling him how the song goes, every time he messes up. Anyway, I think we could make Big Bucks renting him out.
Making jellyfish:
I like the demon red-eye anonymizing effect, don’t you??
Presents:
That box, by the way, contained the most irritatingly tied-down of girly goodness that I have yet encountered. This was what was inside:
The whole contraption was secured with fifty kazillion pieces of scotch tape. There were multiple layers of transparent plastic holding things in place. The ponies were tied down with twisty ties. The bed was tied down with twisty ties. The frog on the second floor was tied down with miniscule transparent elastic stuff. The teeter-totter was tied down. The dresser was secured with the transparent elastic stuff. The mailbox (complete with mail!) was tied down. The dishes on the table were tied down. I was untying this ungodly mess for a full half-hour–the entire time the dotter was trying to play with various bits and pieces, until I morphed into Evil Grumpy Mom who bellowed "DOTTER! TAKE THE PONIES OVER THERE AND PLAY WITH THEM THERE!"
Then there was the pinata, which we discovered, after purchasing, was not a string-pulled but a whack-’em type of pinata. Alas, the venue did not allow pinata-whacking. OmegaDad proceeded to appall–yes, appall!–OmegaMom by blatantly encouraging the chilluns to flout the rules. In other words, there was whacking. Lots of whacking. Finally, a mighty blow by K. managed to crack the shell, and then there were kids all over the floor scrambling for candy:
A good time was had by all. The family stumbled into bed quite early yesterday as a result of all this partying, and had a deep slumber.