Mummy goes... Pop
I am officially an embarrassing mum. Here's the background. It was Mini-RM's 8th birthday this weekend and she wanted a pop-star party. So the back end of last week was spent creating a confectionery masterpiece AKA the birthday cake. By Saturday morning, I had something reasonably resembling the figure eight, decorated in a pop-stylesque fashion, complete with sparkling candles and some funky toppers (thanks Auntie Beans). The time since party pick-up has been spent either cringing in a way that exacerbates the ache in my pregnancy-damaged back, or belly laughing. I don't know how many of my fellow mummies have ever considered hosting a pop party. I would totally recommend it - I haven't laughed out loud that much since I heard a child run, jump and bounce off a glass window last summer. I didn't see it, but the noise - a low-level boing and clatter of limbs - has left an indelible audio image that still makes me snigger uncontrollably. At this point, I ...