Turns out I suck as a blogger. Which I’m okay with. Because it also turns out I suck at being Fancy.
Yes, I was made painfully aware of that fact this week. By a single email and a short video. That’s all it took.
Some dear friends of ours have twins who turned one this month. The video was of their birthday party. There was a DJ. And cakes with fountains of fire. They’d rented out a room somewhere and guests were shown lounging on sofas, nibbling from canapes, sipping champagne. The boys were dressed in suits, wearing little birthday hats, paraded around by their very proud parents.
Um, that’s not how we did it. I think there was a blueberry muffin involved for one of them. Oh and a bottle or three of wine. I just sort of figured any party was more about me than them, so I didn't make too much of a fuss. Oops.
And to make it even more clear, just in case I still wasn’t sure how Fancy Folk do kids’ birthdays, I got the email right after we spent the weekend celebrating TC’s 2nd birthday.
She got a homemade cake. Then we took her to the Rainforest Café, where the Princess wept bitterly every time the elephants moved and screamed when Cha Cha the Frog came to visit. TC thought it was great, even if she refused her dinner. Not that I could blame her. What the fuck is a chicken goujon anyway? Is that like a McNugget? Not that she knows what that is anyway. The kid had a veal and parmesan burger the night before. I can hardly blame her for refusing the children’s menu in a place with robotic monkeys. But I digress.
So there you have it. I’ve now seen 4 of the Minis’ birthdays come and go and nary a one featured a fountain of fire. In fact, this birthday I didn’t even buy anything. I mean, for God’s sake we just finished Christmas.
Of course, she still had gifts to open. Fancy PA, the Nannies and the Babysitters all showed up with little wrapped presents. Which made me feel all the crappier about my Fancy Mothering skills.
So there you have it. I am clearly not good at Fancy. At least when it comes to birthday parties. Then again, their only 2, so I’ve got some time to work on it.
It’s just a shame the Minis will be the ones to suffer until I get it right.