We had a birthday party for Abigail and Owen this weekend. (Yes, you heard me right: two kids, one party. If I could come up with some way to roll Audrey’s birthday in there too, I totally would.)

I’d like to regale you with pictures, but so far I haven’t seen any. I think we last developed film about six months before Audrey was born, and we broke our digital camera right AFTER she was born, so… photographic evidence may be forthcoming, but probably not in the near future.

Let’s see, what are you dying to know about this party? We were at a local park, which was deserted—whether due to the holiday or the oppressive heat, I could not say. By the time Dane set up the requisite sun shade tent thingy, I thought I would go ahead and lie down under it to die—definitely due to the oppressive heat and not the holiday—while everyone else partied around me.

And then, miraculously, a wee bit of cloud cover appeared! And even more miraculously, a breeze began to blow! It turned out to be sort of not miserably hot (and far less hot than my own house would have been) for the duration of the party. Truly shocking.

Don’t get me wrong. I still sweat like a farm animal the whole time. But I’m eight months pregnant. I get to do things like that without anyone questioning my commitment to personal hygiene.

And then the kids ran around the park and made fairy/elf/sprite crowns for themselves and fairy/elf/sprite houses for any fairies/elves/sprites who might be living in the park’s creek (there was an enchanted woodland theme involved, obviously) and also ate cupcakes. A joyous time was had by all. The end.

Neither my kitchen nor my sunburn has yet recovered. I’m thinking that next year instead of asking for no gifts, I’ll ask people to give the gift of cleaning my house of cupcake batter and other various party droppings after the event. That should go over well, don’t you think?