This past Sunday was our Church’s Birthday Sunday / Picnic. I always think beforehand that I’ve been to a million birthday Sundays, and that this one will be just like the rest.
I don’t know why I always think that, because I always end up enjoying it immensely and being yet again amazed at the day.
We start out with a huge Eight Foot Cross-Shaped Birthday Cake, where everyone who was saved through our Church or is representing someone who was puts a candle in the cake:
They used to blow them all out, which was also entertaining, but besides the sanitary benefits of the hair dryer, I really prefer the comedic effect of it as well.
When you have 16 eight foot tables full of food, you have to learn to scope out the good stuff. One way to do this is by the dish.
- If it’s a white corningware dish with faded blue flowers on the outside, you know a sweet little blue haired lady made it, so it MUST be good.
- If it’s in glass Pyrex, it was probably made from someone under 40, but still will be good.
- If it’s in glass Pyrex with an insulated zip “takealong” bag under it, then you know it is someone that got married within the last 10 years. Seriously – one time we had a Sunday School potluck, and there were SIX Pyrex takealongs – every one of them in a different color.
- If it’s in an aluminum tray and/or a disposable bowl, then it MIGHT be someone that was too busy/lazy to make something homemade, but is trying to pass off something storebought as homemade. (Ahem. No, I wasn’t guilty of this. But if I was, in fact, guilty of this, it worked: Chris checked and it was all eaten. Not that I was guilty of this.)
- If it’s still in the storebought container, then someone was too busy/lazy to make something homemade, but wasn’t nearly as vain/hypocritical as
mesomeone in the prior category.
So now you know how to “shop” a potluck.
There were many kid’s activities, of which we attempted to get Ali to participate in. The one she was most excited about (and therefore patient enough to wait on), was Mr. Bubbles and his balloon making magic:
I was sure she would be scared of him when we got up there, but he asked her what she wanted, and in awe, she whispered, “A purple flower.”
Some kids were not so girlish in their requests. For instance, this was a custom request: A spider hat.
There was also a face painting line, compliments of Mrs. Giggles:
That’s right. He’s 20+ years old.
There were a lot of scary “I’m Meeeeelting” butterflies running around.
But some of the kids didn’t have to have their facepaint melting off to be scary:
After the big kids got their fill of the water features, it was the little kid’s turns. Eli was more than happy to give it a go:
. . . but she had no problem admitting that he was much braver than she.
. . . as was Amy Beth. And pretty much ALL of the kids.
I was tired and lazy when I changed her out of her wet swimsuit. And it was hot. And sticky outside. Putting her non-stretchy clothes back on would have been nearly impossible.
Soo. . . we rode home with Little Miss Indecent Exposure.
You know it’s a good picnic when you ride home, past bedtime, in your diaper.