Eliot turned five while Spencer and I were in Bali. Aunt Coleen and Uncle Oliver helped him celebrate on the day and sent him off to school with cupcakes to share with his class. I love that Peter can't take his eyes off them.
Giving Yellow Bear a ride in the stroller while waiting for the train to Fremantle.
This year Eliot was wise to the whole concept of a birthday party and was determined to have his at the Jungle Gym. I booked it for the Saturday after Spencer and I returned from Bali and invitations went out to his little classmates. The Jungle Gym is on the south side of the river and we live on the north side. This is not a huge barrier but, as Merlene once put it, you'd think people had to swim across. As a result only one of Eliot's little friends turned up for the party, but it was one of Eliot's very best friends so he wasn't disappointed in the least. Eliot, Peter and Filip had a fantastic time climbing, jumping, running, tumbling, etc.
Peter and Fuzzy Yellow Bear negotiating the foam pit.
Swinging on a rope into a pit full of foam cubes, you just can't beat that.
If the success of a party is measured by the happiness it gives to the child for which it is thrown, than this was one very successful birthday party.
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