Parfitt Square for a First Birthday Party
Today A and I attended a combined first birthday party for 3 children. Seb is the son of A's friends and I also know Estelle, the daughter of other friends. She shares Lu's birthday, so that is cool and is a robust cherubic blonde, who leaned over and wanted to touch Lu. (Right now he's a bit unsettled and it will be all we can do to get him through to his next feeding timeslot, because he doesn't want to sleep, or be put down).
The party was quite good-it was held in park in Brompton, which is a neighbourhood I like. The different cottages, townhouses, council homes and courtyard homes give it an eclectic flavour, reminding me of inner west neighbourhoods like Rozelle. It's not too homogenous and thanks to people like Jacqui and Paul, there are lots of neighbourhood decorations: mosaics, bike paths, painted stobie poles, that show the character of the residents. I fed Lu inside a party attendee's house, which bordered the park. It was a narrow modern 2 story terrace, with a 2 storey open space above the small lounge, a good feat of using a small space. Fell in love with it, the house was terracotta orange with blue walls and inside it had white walls to showcase the owner's artworks. It just didn't feel like an Adelaide home, and I liked how even though it was a modern terrace/townhouse, it wasn't a McMansion.
The guests were kind of what I expected-parents who wore tshirts and dark jeans, like the big brother and sisters of Adelaide hipsters. One guy looked vaguely familiar but definitely wasn't, had windswept dark hair and the height and brooding look to be the first choice for casting as Mr Darcy or Heathcliff. I love a discovery like that. It was weird to spot someone with "leading man" appeal at an otherwise Mum&Dad event; weirder still to be at my first social event as "the Mum". It reminded me of my nephew's 11th birthday party, when a 6 year old guest wandered up to me and asked whose Mum I was. Now I have that role and it feels so weird. Jacqui must feel the same too, having become a Mum even later in life. I tried to farm the baby out as much as possible-let him sleep in his pram, let 2 of my friends cuddle him when he woke, tried to get A to carry him around when he was unsettled. But there were still times when I was needed-when he needed to be fed, and when we needed to work out why he was unsettled (probably a bit cold and grizzly). I want him to get lots of cuddles from friends, to be confident like Estelle.
The party was quite good-it was held in park in Brompton, which is a neighbourhood I like. The different cottages, townhouses, council homes and courtyard homes give it an eclectic flavour, reminding me of inner west neighbourhoods like Rozelle. It's not too homogenous and thanks to people like Jacqui and Paul, there are lots of neighbourhood decorations: mosaics, bike paths, painted stobie poles, that show the character of the residents. I fed Lu inside a party attendee's house, which bordered the park. It was a narrow modern 2 story terrace, with a 2 storey open space above the small lounge, a good feat of using a small space. Fell in love with it, the house was terracotta orange with blue walls and inside it had white walls to showcase the owner's artworks. It just didn't feel like an Adelaide home, and I liked how even though it was a modern terrace/townhouse, it wasn't a McMansion.
The guests were kind of what I expected-parents who wore tshirts and dark jeans, like the big brother and sisters of Adelaide hipsters. One guy looked vaguely familiar but definitely wasn't, had windswept dark hair and the height and brooding look to be the first choice for casting as Mr Darcy or Heathcliff. I love a discovery like that. It was weird to spot someone with "leading man" appeal at an otherwise Mum&Dad event; weirder still to be at my first social event as "the Mum". It reminded me of my nephew's 11th birthday party, when a 6 year old guest wandered up to me and asked whose Mum I was. Now I have that role and it feels so weird. Jacqui must feel the same too, having become a Mum even later in life. I tried to farm the baby out as much as possible-let him sleep in his pram, let 2 of my friends cuddle him when he woke, tried to get A to carry him around when he was unsettled. But there were still times when I was needed-when he needed to be fed, and when we needed to work out why he was unsettled (probably a bit cold and grizzly). I want him to get lots of cuddles from friends, to be confident like Estelle.
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