Kids' Day: Carnival Party

Kids' Day again! As said, we always celebrate this during the first Sunday of the month. A day where we let the kids decide what they want to do, where they want to go; and most especially a day to let them know they are loved, most especially this day.

This February's first Sunday landed during the Carnival Party for kids here in our town. There is no more discussions on where to go, especially since I have given my time to selling the goodies during the carnival party.

The real issue was what to wear. The kids have been dressing up since last week, two times in kindergarten; and I would think they are already overwhelmed with all these celebrations and then the coming much awaited vacation. Well, MC decided to be a flower girl and IC wanted to be one, too. Now what was this flower girl dress they are talking about? It took time before I realized it was the traditional Chinese dress I bought during our last trip in Bangkok.

Well, they have chosen; they only needed a bit of face painting to complete their costume. We took off an hour earlier as I would need to help with the preparations. It was okay for the kids as they got the chance to play around the still empty hall.

I'm banished in the corner to sell coffee, pretzels and berliner (filled doughnuts); which are traditional carnival snacks.

And then the party started with the traditional Polonaise dance; a sort of a warm up dance popularly participated by most kids and adults alike which signals the next exciting hours of games, dance, and party to come.

And then some games like this one, too.
The program was not too long for the kids to get bored; not was it too short for the kids to want to cry for more. Nope, the party was fun and action-packed that almost everybody got busy. Kids were allowed to play around, run around and dance around; but they must take a break when there is a game being played or they could choose to participate and get some prices. Of course, nobody looses, everybody gets a prize.

And the adults? They also came in costumes and got the chance to comfortably chat and enjoy the party; unless of course for those moms with small kids. The got to be dragged from one end of the floor to the other. Well, I used to be one of those moms but now the girls drag their papa; after all, mama is busy selling goodies, hahaha.

Oh, I rewarded my husband by inviting him to dinner in the nearby Greek restaurant. After all, he would be the one paying, too :D Life is not fair, huh!