Because Annie’s birthday falls during Holy Week this year, we decided to celebrate a few days early, on Palm Sunday. We invited her local friends and neighbors over to our house for “liklik kaikai” (a little food, said of any invited meal that doesn’t involve pork) — in our case, sausages, “scone bread” rolls, cucumbers, carrot sticks, pineapple, papaya, passionfruit, the local cheeto equivalent “twisties” — and birthday cake, of course, made with cocoa powder just received in the mail from Grandma.
Brandon grilled the sausages in the traditional cookhouse next door, but I was finishing the frosting and didn’t take a picture, despite his plaint “I have made a nice fire and no one is here to admire it!”
I had to set up an impromptu shade fixture- the sun was hot that day!
Jisas laikim olgeta, olgeta, olgeta; (Jesus loves everyone, everyone, everyone;)
Jisas laikim olgeta, laikim olgeta. (Jesus loves everyone, loves everyone.)
Laikim Papa, wantaim Mama, bikpela susa, liklik brata; (Loves Daddy, and Mommy, big sister, little brother;)
laikim yu, laikim mi, laikim olgeta. (loves you, loves me, loves everyone.)
She learned this song in Sunday school at Fatima parish. I think the “big sister” part endears it to her.
During the cake-eating she opened presents- a meri blaus set, traditional bilum from Rabaul, PNG baseball hat, flip flops and nail polish… and a toy police car!
After cake, there was a brief traditional dance accompanied by her percussion instruments. Then all the children rushed off to the basketball court to try out her new basketball (a present from her Daddy) while the 39-week-pregnant mama cleaned up and then took a nap.
And so it was thus that we had our now-traditional low-key birthday barbecue, in a new place once again.