Ana's birthday was the 15th.
May. 15th, 2011 10:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Now she's 8! Yay! She does her homework without fighting, and lo it only takes about 10 minutes a day instead of ages and ages! (I kept telling her!) She takes out the garbage sometimes! She climbs on everything, but that's not new. (I've given that woman with the post about how climbing on things must be a "boy" thing too much headspace. Here we are after Ana's party, getting ready to go, and I watch six little girls flipping upside down on the bike racks, racing down the sidewalk, doing bridges and cartwheels on the sidewalk, and I don't know what that woman was smoking. Seriously.)
So, Ana's party was at Construction Kids. They learned how to effectively hammer, and they made little wooden cars for themselves. IT WAS AWESOME. Ana's cake (chocolate with raspberry jelly, same as every year) got a little squished, but I'd very sensibly decided to frost it AT THE PARTY, so that was all right. And we went out to eat afterwards, so that worked out as well.
Construction Kids is literally across the street from the train at Prospect Park. You can NOT miss it. I didn't realize the park was so close, I ought to go with the girls sometime in the summer, or on a half day. (Do we have any more of those this year? Yes, twice next month. LOLWTF? June 7th and 13th? Who decides this stuff?)
I grew up in Brooklyn. Well, I say that, we moved when I was ten, but you know what I mean. I entered the building Construction Kids is in and I was immediately struck with the thought that I'd been in that exact same building before. I doubt I have, but you know how it is, all the older buildings in an area will tend to be built to the same plan. In this case, the same wide staircase, tiled wall, big radiator in the entrance, and hexagon tiles on the floor.
Anyway, as I said, that's where we went for her party, they also offer a summer camp, and it was well worth it. (And a bonus, most party places have one size of party, 15 kids. This place has two, so if you only want 8 kids you only have to invite 8 kids and you get a discount.)
Also, Happy Birthday Ana! Eight is great!
So, Ana's party was at Construction Kids. They learned how to effectively hammer, and they made little wooden cars for themselves. IT WAS AWESOME. Ana's cake (chocolate with raspberry jelly, same as every year) got a little squished, but I'd very sensibly decided to frost it AT THE PARTY, so that was all right. And we went out to eat afterwards, so that worked out as well.
Construction Kids is literally across the street from the train at Prospect Park. You can NOT miss it. I didn't realize the park was so close, I ought to go with the girls sometime in the summer, or on a half day. (Do we have any more of those this year? Yes, twice next month. LOLWTF? June 7th and 13th? Who decides this stuff?)
I grew up in Brooklyn. Well, I say that, we moved when I was ten, but you know what I mean. I entered the building Construction Kids is in and I was immediately struck with the thought that I'd been in that exact same building before. I doubt I have, but you know how it is, all the older buildings in an area will tend to be built to the same plan. In this case, the same wide staircase, tiled wall, big radiator in the entrance, and hexagon tiles on the floor.
Anyway, as I said, that's where we went for her party, they also offer a summer camp, and it was well worth it. (And a bonus, most party places have one size of party, 15 kids. This place has two, so if you only want 8 kids you only have to invite 8 kids and you get a discount.)
Also, Happy Birthday Ana! Eight is great!
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Date: 2011-05-18 09:05 pm (UTC)Happy birthday Ana!
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Date: 2011-05-18 09:21 pm (UTC)The two of them want to go to sleepaway camp. I pointed out to Evangeline that she's not even old enough, you have to be six.
"Oh, that's easy, I just have to have another birthday. Then I'll be six!"
"That's right!"
"And when I have another birthday, I'll be seven!"
"Yup!"
"And then I'll be eight, and then I'll be nine, and then I'll be ten and eleven and twelve and... and... and thirteen and fourteen...."
Meanwhile, at the last litany, I'm staring into space in horror going "NO! TOO FAST! YOU ARE GOING TOOOOOOO FAAAAAAAAAST!"