A surprise birthday party

My mail-box is inundated by mails and information from Latest from Moms and babycenter. I can't blame them, I did sign up for valuable gyan - a long time ago. One of them even sent a reminder for my daughter's birthday next week. Thank you very much, I couldn't even forget it if I tried - the hourly reminders have started at home. How many more nights to sleep, Mama? She even had invite cards designed for some friends with the day and date and house address, a bit mis-spelt. No, there was no time indicated, a small detail overlooked. It was going to be open-house in any case. They would play in the garden. Could I learn how to make choco lolipops, please? And vanilla muffins?

You can read more of the post here at Parentous.

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  1. pankti12 November 2013 at 19:06

    Hey hope all of you have fun at the party :)

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    1. Chatty Wren13 November 2013 at 09:48

      Hope so too! I've fallen ill after a birthday party at home, but that was long ago:)

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  2. Renu13 November 2013 at 05:33

    Even i felt sad midway reading that you wont celebrate and perked up when realised you are going to do it. Bday celebrations are big days for child, and I feel we must celebrate them.

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    1. Chatty Wren13 November 2013 at 09:50

      Yes, Renuji, what I did not want is her to expect it inspite of being at her best bad behaviour, but sigh! I think I am expecting too much from her too soon.

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  3. Anonymous14 November 2013 at 06:33

    wow, this is going to be fun :) I read the post on Parentous and nothing like this kind of surprise.

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