I should be tackling the last of the washing up but I'm out of juice this Sunday night. Instead, I'm listening to Keith play Chopin on the piano and waiting for an episode of Danish crime thriller The Killing to finish downloading from iTunes. We've got a date on the couch very soon, but right now, Keith is drinking a beer with one hand and doing trills with the other. He is a happy, happy man.
It's been a busy weekend.
For Ivy's 6th birthday she decided she wanted an Indiana Jones party. Indy is her new hero. She calls him Dr Jones and says that if she met him, she would kiss him. (You and me both, Ivy Cakes.) My dad thought I said Ivy wanted an Alan Jones party, which still makes me cry laughing.
So twenty-five kindy kids in Indiana Jones gear. ...Throw the ball at Indys head. Face-dig for treasure in the flour bowl. Treasure hunt. Pass the parcel. Rolling death-ball. Treasure chest cake. A week in the planning, two intense hours in the execution.
We ran the hell out of the kids and the went home to have another party for my brother-in-laws 44th, where we watched the Princess Bride and added another layer to the mess in the house. Adrian stayed over and hung out until today.
It's been much busier than we like it, but we've had the most lovely weekend. My sister and her kids surprised us by driving five hours to get to Ivy's party, and my sister-in-law came on her own with both kids. And then my sister-in-law Deb came over for Adrians party loaded with food. I am ridiculously blessed in sisters and sis-in-laws. And the kids are besotted with their cousins, and got to play with all of them on one weekend! Cousins, cousins everywhere. Saturday afternoon, they roamed the house, and all Sunday morning, they played at the beach together.
This afternoon, all the socialising behind us, we hung out, just the five of us. We tackled a little of the worst mess, but mostly we just had a good time. I gave Ivy a lesson on her birthday-present guitar. We pulled out the clarinet. I watched a little Nigella in bed with the kids. We played Uno Stacko. We had a lounge-room dance party to Tim Buckley's 'Get On Top Of Me Woman'. Then we turned to Jeff and I tried to work out 'Lilac Wine' and failed, but we rocked out the family band with 'Hallelujah'.
Tomorrow, the housework!