Whilst my delicate wife has been out patrolling the mean streets in her squad car, I have been homebound. Tied by the apron strings to my kitchen while eight young ladies rule the house. The slumber party is in full swing.
Funny how Amy always pulls this off. She went to work at 4. The first of the guests arrived at 430. Hmm. Anyway, all is well. This is an all star ensemble. Everyone is getting along swimmingly. Em and Dev made a batch of brownies before the rest of the gang got here. Then it was an American Girl movie, Felicity I believe, and pizza and juice with the brownies for dessert.
This was followed shortly thereafter with a all -hands- on - deck sugar cookie making project .
I think they went to a second movie then and a pillow fight and a spirited round of Mad Libs ("Mr. Ruff, I need an verb that ends in ing".....) There has been much giggling all evening and no arguments or bad feelings that I have been able to detect. Pretty cool, most of the ladies had not met each other before. Good deal.
I finally gave up near midnight and went to bed with the usual admonishments....like - No one leaves, don't order any food, no texting, the stove and oven are done for the night, No, you may not make salt dough for Christmas ornaments ...because its after midnight....yes, good morning to you too Shan. Apparently the one I forgot to mention was that fire is just fine and doesn't need to be poked or rearranged.
And the best line of the night that I heard......"Folks, don't try this at home, do it on a sleepover at a friends' house." Perfect.
It seems that the festivities wrapped up in the 2 o'clock hour. The little flowers began to open around 7!! Are you kidding?
Here's some of the aftermath on the living room floor (I think there are still 2 kids in there).
Now it's eight o'clock and everyone is up, I'm on my second cup of coffee and Mama is going to start flippin' pancakes.
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.