Ahoy, Matey!

Ten days ago my baby had his sixth birthday. We didn't have the party until today, which is a good thing considering that he was running a 103 fever on his birthday!

It was kind of a thrown together thing. I didn't get invitations in the mail in time so had to resort to emailing and phoning the guests. I didn't reserve the fellowship hall until a few weeks ago, but luckily it was still available. I didn't have a particular theme in mind but just went to the party store looking for some generic decorations. (Evan is not much into any certain character or trademark.) The one thing I knew I wanted was a pinata, per Evan's request.

We ended up with a pirate party, and what a blast it was! I haven't been to such a fun kids' birthday party in a long time. Who needs Chuck E. Cheese?

The festivities began with a little sword play.


En garde! (Do pirates say that?)


It appears there's not a great deal of difference between boys of 6 and those of 17. At least not when it comes to swords.

Uh-oh! Man down!

Or is he just playing possum?

Next, the egg relay race.

Even the mommies faced off.

Of course, what is an old-fashioned birthday party without a rollicking round of musical chairs? Accompaniment was courtesy of the Cantor, who provided music determined by the participants as they took turns calling out a number between 331 and 924. (Anyone out there wanna guess what the numbers signified?)

The game begins!

Down to three!

We have a winner! (The two finalists are brothers.)

Finally . . . what is a pirate party without a treasure chest?

After the smaller pirates took their shots, some bigger ones had a turn.

It took a couple of REALLY BIG pirates to get this treasure chest open.

Every man for himself!

Finally, cake. I think this one might have choir directing in his future.

Or maybe there's a pastor in there somewhere.

Happy birthday, Evan, my littlest pirate. We all love you so much.