My firstborn, my (not-so) tiny babe, my mini me, turned 7 last week. How? How is that actually possible?!
We had a small slumber party for her and a few of her friends, and my parents came (laden with LEGO, bless them!).
The little girls played and ate, and danced outside in the sun when the rain cleared.
It was every inch a 7-year-old girl’s party, right down to the rainbow cake (a cheat’s version this time, because I’ve made that damn Pinterest rainbow layer cake twice – here and here), and I swore I was never doing it again!
I probably will, though.
Dinner for the kid crew was mini homemade mozzarella pizzas…
And dessert was a make-your-own ice cream sundae bar.
We turned the playroom into wall-to-wall beds and covered it in fairy lights for all the sleepover crowd.
Except they didn’t sleep for a very long time, which aged me greatly.
Choc-chip pancakes for breakfast served up by Chef Dad,
And a quiet morning of playing before being picked up, one-by-one, sleepy and happy.
Biggie had a fantastic time, which I was thrilled to see. Nothing like being princess for a day! Precious little thing. And what a wonderful bunch of friends she has at school, who all come with attached incredible parents. We hit the jackpot the day we walked through those school gates!
And mostly for my sake, here’s a blogful of birthdays: