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Just like the weekend before with Halloween stretching over 2 days, Claudine’s birthday stretched over the entire weekend. A drive to the burbs on Friday to visit with my parents, then mega birthday party shopping on Saturday morning, a dance party for a friend’s birthday in Tribeca in the afternoon (on her actual birthday), and then finally…her own celebration. This year we decided to have a brunch on NYC Marathon Sunday. It runs right past the end of our block so it’s always been tradition to watch and cheer the runners. We thought it would be fun to set up a table outside and hand out hot chocolate to our friends and neighbors. We also had kids pick number tags and we had our own races down the block. The day turned out to be gorgeous weather for the runners and as usual, there was a party atmosphere in the neighborhood. There was even a band playing on our corner, so it was extra festive.
Once inside, we served brunch and let the kids decorate cupcakes.
The next time we have 30 people over (17 of them kids) over can you guys remind me why in the hell I feel compelled to clean the house spotless before hand? C’mon now, seriously. Why did I think it was a good idea staying up till midnight dusting the house and cleaning the hell out of the bathroom floor tile with an old toothbrush when I could be, oh..I don’t know…SLEEPING? (btw, I don’t know how your kids fared with daylight savings time, but mine woke up at the heavenly hour of 7am, which really was 8am, instead of the dreaded 5am wakeup call I thought we were going to get considering they’ve been getting up early at 6). By the time the kids were done with their cupcakes, there were millions of little sprinkles that stuck to your socks all over the floor because some kids (Mia) preferred to decorate their cupcakes by dumping as many kinds of sprinkles on top as possible.
And the cake…oh, how I loved the cake. A 3 layer chocolate cake with white chocolate filling, caramel buttercream and crushed chocolate cookie crumbs on the side. It is a known fact that whenever we host parties, all of the older neighborhood siblings make sure to come over because they want to eat Mark’s food, so we had a big range of ages at the table. When it was time to sing her a happy birthday, Claudine face planted herself down until it was over, maybe because she was overwhelmed, or maybe she suddenly got shy. But I loved this reaction to her on-sale-for $7 grocery store birthday cake that my dad picked up for her Friday night. It was mostly whipped cream frosting with gummy fish stuck to the sides. Which is probably every kid’s dream cake.