In the morning, I got the job of picking up the ice cream cake at Dairy Queen in Rochester. Of course, it was not ready, so I was forced to enjoy a (free) chocolate cone while I waited. I rushed the cake, which sported a Darth Vader picture but no birthday greeting, back home and into the freezer.
By then it was time to run to Beaver to pick up the pizzas that had been ordered. There was some sort of arts festival in the town square, so it was a slow go. Eventually, I got to the other side of town and stowed the pies away in the trunk of the Box for transport back to Party Central.
I found Cole surrounded by family and friends, there to wish him a happy seventh. The kids are always well behaved, and there was more pandemonium from the adults than from the children. Once the pizza was devoured, the ice cream cake appeared to the singing of "Happy Birthday." (Watch the actual video.) It seems that Cole's little friend Andy considers it his job to blow out any and all birthday candles, so he had to be carefully watched. While it is not shown, he does make a foiled attempt!
After Sarah distributed the party favors, the kids spent a short time of play in the front yard before heading home.
On Sunday, Sarah and Susanne did some grocery shopping, and then, exhausted by the rigors of party-going, Susanne and I headed home, enjoying a stop at Bob Evans in Breezewood for a meal.
Here are pictures of the week-end's goings-on:
turnpike farmers market.
television set was being shipped to us at home
via the turnpike.
the blower when we arrived.
Sarah had painted our old church pew.
but he won the game anyway.
over the air conditioning vent.
at the Rochester Dairy Queen.
on the new old pew.
his $2 bill from Guy and Lindsay.