Twice a year there are those weekends. On those weekends either my godson or his older brother celebrates his birthday which means two things:
- There is a children birthday party and
- there is a party with his family.
So this weekend we first met on Saturday afternoon, with a bunch of ten year olds. There are two sides to this event. First I really love the two brothers and they usually invite a bunch of nice kids that are funny, rather enthusiastic and kind of chaotic but on the flip side they both have difficulties deciding who they actually want to invite and (surprise surprise!) end up inviting 20 friends.
No matter how much you love kids. 20 kids at there best can be a little bit of a challenge if you are adults trying to coordinate a program serving cake and settling the occasional dispute, so I was kind of relieved when there where only 14 kids. As a side note I remember Stefan talking about some strange rule saying that there should be only as many children as there are years of age to celebrate but normally he manages to enforce that there are not more than twice as many invitations of those years. (Did I mention Dominik is now ten years old.)
This year we took them to the very small street fair in Botnang, ate some cake and took them bowling or rather the German variant of bowling which was a lot of fun although bowling added a little to noise already present.
On Sunday there were aunts and uncles which renewed there respective political discussions which had not changed that much since the last family gathering and are not that much disputed but rather agreed upon. They discussed soccer and the infamous model train topic I really can’t get to like or even appreciate. However I had the chance to play with the two boys and thus had a lot of fun and the possibility to flee the political conversation (I happen not to agree with a lot of the opinions brought forth) without having to anger anybody or having to struggle to keep my mouth shut which made me luckier than the boys parents. All in all another very nice day.
Wtf. I’ll never understand why you like english so much, but since you choose english for blogging I feel I should repley in your selfdeclared “mother tongue”.
As for what I wanted to say… for my part I can never decide which day is worse, but since I feel sightly misplaced among all those elderly people talking about their parents growing old and rotting away I usually decide after those weekends are over, that I should find the noise 14 kids can produce quite relaxing. Unfortunately this knowleged seems to elude me in the evening hours of the next birthday… -.-”
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