With her bestie and her sister beside her, three little amigos played with sombreros and fake mustaches, under papel picado flags made the day before. Actually, we all had a go while the mariachi music played.
Dinner was burritos and nachos and corn...
Followed by cake, designed to Big Owlet's specifications.
Eaten according to tradition, with a big bite by the birthday girl while we all shouted "Mordida!"
Next it was time for pinata, which took quite a beating before the owlets scooped up armfuls of lollies and headed to the bedroom to snuggle and watch Beverly Hills Chihuaua and chatter 'til midnight.
I couldn't think of a better place to spend an eighth birthday. Feliz Cumpleanos, Big Owlet! xx