
Here is the cake for Noah's sleepover birthday party. Chocolate from the cake mix Grandma Amy sent. And, yes, those are eggs on top. Not Easter eggs but fried eggs, gummy fried eggs. This party was fantastic from my viewpoint: Noah made the cake. Noah made the salad. Scott put the frozen pizza in the oven. Scott turned on the Charlie Chaplin DVD. Scott went into the front room at least 5 times between 9 and 12.15 to threaten the children with eviction to separate beds. I fed Aodh, enjoyed a bit of ice cream, got my teaching supplies ready, read my book.

The main characters in this comedy (well it was a comedy until about 5 this evening when tragedy struck. "Hark, what dread in Noah's eyes is kindled! By Heaven's merciful light! Let it not be fatigue!") were Finn, the birthday boy himself, and Alma. They thought there might be a burglar in the street, which caused them all to lose sleep and wonder. Overheard on my way to bed: "Maybe we should go to that house and ask if anything was nicked!" (Finn)
By the way, Noah got The Guinness Book of World Records 2009 and a telescope!
By the way, Noah got The Guinness Book of World Records 2009 and a telescope!