Alexander Residence

Some interesting debate about the Silent Sunday rules yesterday on Twitter. I like the rules a lot. One photo. No words.

Yesterday lots of words snuck in. Him up North had two photos, but they were almost seamless in their impact. I think constraint builds creativity, but I am also a rebel at heart. So if there's a way to bend the rules I will.

So here is More on Monday, because my son and spaghetti is neither cute nor adorable. No, he was like a whirlwind on speed on Saturday, when H who is his friend, had her third birthday. The troughs of spaghetti and jelly were part of her really lovely celebrations. Here's what happened next as captured by H's Dad. That's me trying to defend myself, the other guests, the garden from the beginnings of a spaghetti explosion.

It was a really ~~messy~~ fun party activity, a great way to absorb 2 and 3 year olds and enjoyable to go to what seems to be sadly becoming a thing of the past - a children's birthday party at home. Thankfully other parents kindly pointed out bits of stray spaghetti in my hair over the course of the afternoon.

Here is gorgeous H with her cake, which was a masterpiece. It's a sheep and from the brilliant book Birthday Cakes for Kids by Annie Rigg and Sandra Lane, a collection of really achievable cakes with a wow factor. I reckon even I could pull them off, and I have absolutely no patience for cake decorating.