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On May 7, my lovely little Rosebud turned six years old. As it is her year to opt for a birthday party (it is an every other year option), we made plans for a princess-themed celebration the following Saturday.
There was a crowned Strawberry-cream layer cake
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Face painting offered by our creative 16 year old neighbor...
Magic Princess Wand
Jewel rimmed cups
Cold pink refreshments for a record setting hot day...
And a very happy princess...
(hmmph, blogger won't upload the brighter,
close-up version of this photo,
but her smile lights up the picture anyway, I'd say)
Not pictured is the crown pinata which was filled with candy, princess jewelry and white glitter. Rosebud had wanted a princess pinata, but my mind went quickly back to a Dave Barry column I read years ago in which he was witness to a group of birthday party attendees beating a life-size princess shaped pinata to death. I recall reading the vivid and violent description of the children continuing the beating even once the colorful paper and wire had fallen to the ground. I recall recoiling with Dave at the horror of it all and swearing that we would never, ever have a human figure stuffed with candy and hanging from a tree awaiting the beatings of greedy young children. We went all around town to find it, but we got a crown.
Also not pictured is Rosebud's main birthday present. But that is because she doesn't have it yet. Soon. And I promise there will be photos when we get it.
