Birthday Party

The weekend arrived and so did most of my family for a big backyard birthday barbecue bash.


Party crashers

As Dad kept dropping hotdogs and hamburgers on to the bricks (and quickly put them back on the grill when no one was looking), I made my rounds as the dutiful host, talking to each guest in turn. When I had finished catching up with family we tucked in to a most sumptuous American meal of overdone meat and various salads (potato, pasta, fruit, etc.). After the meal came the most important part of the day - gifts for me!! As you can see, I received a lot of help unwrapping the presents. In fact, it went by so fast that mom and I are no longer certain who gave us what.


Can't I open some?

Next came the cake. Mom had spent a lot of time making me a Chicago Cubs birthday cake. At first it was going to be just a bear, but then the uniform and Cubs logo were iced on. Mini-Oreos were used for the eyes, nose and paws.


Cubs Birthday Cake

After the choir made me cry with their lovely (yet discordant) rendition of "Happy Birthday," I went to town on a Baseball cupcake. Under my father's tutelage I had recently mastered the one-handed smash-mouth approach to eating baked goods.


How 'bout a handful of ice cream, too?

Finally, after all the guests had departed, I retired myself to the confines of my castle room so that I might gaze upon all my newly acquired treasure.


The Haul