Okay, so it wasn’t a commune. It was a campground. But when the birthday girl is wearing a bathing suit with peace signs and hearts on it, the cake is decorated to look like a tie-dyed peace sign, and everyone shares a bathroom, a campground has a definite commune vibe.
My daughter had a slumber party. There was a pool, a lake to fish in, swans and ducks to feed, a fire to roast marshmallows over, and a cabin to make bohemian bracelets and watch movies in. It was a pretty good birthday party. Only 4 girls showed up instead of the 7 she invited, but that was fine by me. I had help, but I don’t know if we could have handled an extra three girls and still maintained our sanity.
The weather was perfect. Not humid or too hot, which is a minor miracle for June in Savannah, Georgia. The girls had fun and my friend and I had a pot of Starbucks coffee, our laptops to get some Camp NaNoWriMo writing done, and we even got to watch a movie that didn’t feature animals or mermaid Barbie.
Oh yes. A cake picture. Molly wanted a peace sign. A tie-dyed peace sign. As usual, I didn’t put as much effort into my kid’s cake as I do for others (bad mama). It turned out okay but my son was spot-on when he said, “It’s not your best.” At least he’s honest (the butthead.) The picture quality isn’t great, either. As usual, I forgot the camera (bad mama) and had to take the picture with my crappy phone camera.
No, she’s not a hippie. She’s a normal 9yo who has been bitten by the fashion bug known as Justice. You know the clothing store–an explosion of glitter, peace signs, hearts, and too short shorts. I don’t allow the shorts but the tops and dresses are okay. She adores it. Good thing, because she got $75 worth of gift cards to spend there. She couldn’t be happier.
Somewhere in the last year, my baby grew up. She looks older (thanks to bangs), is an expert eye roller, and always has a smart-butt comment for everything. If she’s this lovely at 9, I can’t wait to see her at 15. I can feel the gray hairs sprouting, just thinking about it.