All three of my daughters are super organized when planning events. Jeanne and I drove a packed car to the park and then carried bottled water, gluten free birthday cupcakes, a plastic tablecloth, biodegradable plates, bags of carrots and snow peas for snacks, paper towels and recycling trash bags to a picnic table which we dragged under a big cedar tree.
Jeanne had reserved the services of The Game Matrix which oversees Boffer Sword Parties. A Boffer Sword Party is a staged medieval battle with axes, javelins, maces, spears and shields all made of foam. Kids get instruction and game rules before at least an hour's worth of shouting and charging around a field with foam weapons. Apparently, Charlie Bean had such a splendid Boffer Sword Party for his birthday last April and Kelan and his mom Jeanne followed suit.
With miscues and misadventures. First of all, it rained, that soft Seattle rain. "It hasn't rained all summer," Jeanne lamented as she moved the plastic picnic tablecloth over the bags of aforementioned party goods. We'd captured the picnic table an hour before 4:00 p.m. when the party was to officially began. We two sat under the huge cedar tree and were relatively untouched by the rain. Seattle rain is not like Houston's quick and violent downpours.
The Boffer Sword Party man was to arrive about 3:45 to unload and lay out those foam swords and javelins. We started to worry about the Boffer man as kids began to arrive with their parents at 4:00. At least, the rain stopped as the kids gathered and wondered what was to happen next. Well, the Boffer Sword Party van pulled up at 4:40 p.m. Terrible traffic from Tacoma. Our games began at 5:00 after a presentation of the rules of encounter.
All's well that ends well. Except when I opened the front door I heard a trapped birded banging against the living room window. Flew in an open transom window and couldn't find a way out. I imagined a great 'bird saving', but we were spared. The bird located the transom and flew away before presents filled the floor by the front door.
Happy ninth birthday, Kelan. Sweet boy. We are all worn out.