How my Baby Dragon, Lyoto, came to his second birthday so fast I’m not sure…but it hurts just a little more than I thought it would.
I had an hour and a half to set up the hall for the party, AND take the photos with the awful incandescent and fluorescent lighting and so there are fewer than I’d like, but I tried. I told Dadda that next year I’m bringing lighting. Lots of lighting.
The dessert table was framed with light blue balloons. I try and bring some colour (I love rainbows) to the dessert table every year, whilst staying within the chosen theme. It’s hard to set a whole hall up with bouncy castles too in an hour and a half so it never gets to be as cute as I’d like. One day. Maybe.
After rethinking the whole dessert table around ten times (and drawing little pictures of it), we kept it simple. Three types of cupcakes, Mr. Smee marshmallow chocolate pops, Rice Krispie lollipops, Captain Hook’s chocolate (Valentine) codfish, and Peter Pan popcorn, which was popcorn with red and green smarties added.
The three cupcakes were the most fun to make. First we had the Croc-cake. Jensen assembled these, sprinkled them and proudly handed each one to me the night before the party. Tick Tock was hiding in the frosting.
The gold doubloon cakes sadly met with a bump somehow on the way to the party and got smooshed. They tasted good though! It also might have helped if I’d not been crouching and wobbling to take the photo.
Finally, we made pixie-dust cakes. These were lemon sponge with vanilla buttercream, and a little souvenir, edible pixie-dust! We had so much fun making these and even more fun seeing little faces light up as they squirrelled their little bottles away like treasure to take home.
I set up the lunch table at the far end of the hall for 24 little people, and it overflowed with little faces, trying to avoid eating sandwiches before frosted cupcakes and chocolate-dipped, glitter sprinkled marshmallow pops.
I loved the tablecloth this year. The night before the party I was still frantic and calling every store I could think of that would have a green tablecloth since I’d had no luck anywhere I’d frequented so far, and I drew a blank.
On the brink of breakdown, I was desperately trying to figure out how I could get to Southampton before the party when I realised that Grandad was picking up my aunt (also my godmother) from Southampton docks as she lives on the Isle of Wight. Even though Grandad is colourblind, I knew my aunt would understand what I was looking for when I said “Peter Pan green”. Sure enough, at just over £1 a metre, they delivered! I put the red tablecloths away with glee.
After buying nearly 2,000 berry crates from a lovely farmer last year for next to nothing, they invariably show up at every celebration we have. This time they were garnished with Peter Pan’s magic feathers and a green ribbon, and filled with fish crackers and raisins.
After obsessively positioning them on the table and repeating “feather right, feather right” to myself over 25 times (baby brain has already taken hold), they looked very sweet in a line. My very kind niece also folded little napkins like Peter Pan hats and tucked them at right angles under the crates. I decided to serve the crackers in little bags this year to try and make things easier on little fingers.
Our very favourite Cake Pop Princess made us our annual supply of what my Mum calls, “cake on a stick”. Tick Tock had managed to infiltrate the party shenanigans very little this time and so it was natural his face should appear on them. For the second year running, I managed not to even get to taste one…and so I know they must be good!
After singing “What’s that smell in the galley?” about two hundred times whilst driving in the car since the acquisition of the Jake and the Neverland Pirates CD in Walt Disney World last year, it came as no surprise when Jensen asked for roasted rocks and seaweed soup for the grown ups. We never leave a grown up out of the party and so Mr. Smee obliged. The rocks were a little sweeter with raspberry jam, butter and clotted cream.
For those who were all bounced-out, we set up a treasure map making station in the conference room. Tea-stained paper, doubloons and black x-marks-the-spot crosses were laid out with new Jake pens and Tinkerbell stickers, ready for little fingers to get creative (and big ones… Grandad made one too).