Thursday, August 14, 2008
Today we partied like rock stars... or more specifically, Fancy Nancy.
Hallie's birthday party. And not one of these includes Hallie. My battery died about seven pictures in (I spared you at least two random, very pink, not particularly interesting photos. That's better than I often do. I have a hard time being selective, "less is more.... less is more", I regularly repeat this mantra in my head as my fingers win and continue to upload...) So maybe it's a good thing my battery died. But I was devastated. All these adorable little 2-4 year old girls, tons of colorful treats, and lots of fabulous accessories like tutus, sunglasses, crowns, candy necklaces, hot-chocolate-milk-mustaches, painted fingernails... I was devastated. I just kept imaging the photos in my head.
So a typical "coming home" from such an event... Sophia fell asleep in the car, in her tutu, and her hot-chocolate covered t-shirt (forgot, what with all the delicious poofy whipped cream on top that the hot choc. was even IN the cup, tipped it right over...), her hair matted to her head from the heat of the day, her face smeared with marshmallow cream sandwich, and a sticky candy necklace wedged nicely under her chin. And yup, I just scooped her out of the car and laid her gently down in her nice clean sheets. I did manage a pair of nail clippers and snipped off the necklace so she wouldn't be too tempted in some sleepy delirium to throw back a lifesaver and choke. That would be ironic.
So my little walking birthday-party just awoke, and I can hear the high-fructose corn-syrup hangover from here. (She does NOT wake up happy these days.) Better run.