The most important event that took place in Turkey this past weekend was Daughter’s birthday party. Her birthday is not actually until next week but as we will be in Sydney it was imperative that we threw her “the party of the season” before we left.
Alright I can do this, after all I have thrown 11 other birthdays for her so one in the Village can’t be that different. I did, however, give myself a sneaky lesson in Turkish birthday etiquette while recently attending her cousins 10th birthday. It is clear that birthdays are not huge events here even though Daughter considers it should be “the party of the season”. Here in the village a birthday is celebrated with family, a cake and maybe a few balloons. Easy.
Sunday morning I was up early cleaning the house. Daughter had had a sleepover the night before and they attempted an all-nighter so she was as grumpy as a toothless troll in the morning. I threw her in the shower to wake her up and sent the girls downstairs for breakfast (there were kids everywhere on Sunday morning so I took advantage of my sister in law who had arrived from Adana the day before to feed the masses).
The Turk and I left to get the cake and a few last minute items and when we returned less than 15 minutes before the party was due to begin we arrived to find Daughter had turned our living room into a balloon pool. She had blown up every single balloon in my “Mega-bag” of balloons that I recently purchased at Metro for the bargain basement price of 10TL. That means close to 200 balloons were blown up. It was crazy. There was also music blasting, the Wii was set up and the piñata that I had put away (as I considered that it fell under the heading of “ostentatious”) was now hanging in the garden downstairs.
Cousins arrived. Friends arrived. More friends arrived. Chaos ensued. Music blasted (I think I heard Adriana Grande’s hit “Problem” about 20 times). Cake was eaten. Pinata was destroyed. Balloons were popped (and one eaten by My Hurley Dog).
Here are a few snaps from the party. If you are wondering the significance of the “A” it is a reference to Daughter’s favourite television show, “Pretty Little Liars”. Only 3 days until the Season premiere people – I know this as Daughter has been counting it down for weeks now. Will we find out who “A” is? Only time will tell.
Was this considered the “party of the season”? Yes, yes it was. I have also fallen into the category of “Coolest Mum Ever” with Daughter’s friends which sits well with me because it is true!
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