I do their own thing for each of them, and so there is that crazy week each year otherwise known as...
It's very fun,
it's EXTREMELY exhausting.
This year, for the first time ever, I finally gave in and let Girlie invite some FRIENDS FROM SCHOOL.
Normally these parties are just family, and a great excuse for me to have many cocktails.
But like I said, this year I decided I'd be more fun. More accommodating.
And unlike all the other organized parents out there, I had the party at our HOUSE.
It was so cool: we had all these super trendy decorations everywhere based on these extremely popular, ghoulish dolls for girls.
There were lots of pink balloons, streamers, and hanging ghoulish decor. I put out a fruit tray, popped corn and baked (baked, not fried! Hooray!) chips for snacks. Dinner was hot dogs and carrot cake with pale purple icing.
But the best freaking part were the ridiculous little paper fashion top hats/fascinator thingies. I'm not sure if I made The Man buy those for Girlie, or for ME.
I'm not a big STRUCTURE/ORGANIZATION/PARTY GAMES kind of girl. I'm more of a ROLL WITH IT AND LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS kind of person.
So, I figured little girls would have fun eating snacks, dancing to obnoxious dance music,
and COMPLETELY TRASHING GIRLIE'S ROOM. And when I say "completely trahed," I mean TOTAL FREAKING SHOCKING DISASTER.
That's supposed to be a picture that shows every single toy the kid has in her room out and on the floor. I didn't do a very good job. I don't know if you can quite picture it. It was probably worse than THIS:
Whatever. It's a party. I expected this, right? After all, I invited the kids over to the HOUSE.
I made the mistake of going upstairs to check on the girls and got sucked into a black hole of tedium, from which there was ALMOST no escape. I was bombarded by little girls complaining that the elastic on their little top hats had come off, by girls wanting me to do up the velcro on the princess dress they'd crammed over their own clothes, little girls fighting over who had which doll first, when are we going to open presents? When are we going to play games? Can you help me get this dress on this doll? My hat is broken can you fix it? I need a NEW hat. She's not playing with me! Excuse me, can I wear these shoes? Excuse me can you help me do THIS UP? EXCUSE ME? EXCUUUUUSE ME?!?
I got the hell out of there as quickly as I could.
And speaking of "excuse me"...
The little girls were cute! And SUPER polite! Aw! Isn't that nice?
Okay kid--stop being so freaking polite. You don't have to ask me before you touch EVERYTHING. IT'S A PARTY.
Heh heh...cute kid. Very polite. Incessantly polite. Very tiny kid. Ridiculously tiny voice.
Oh my god...don't let them find me...
cake, presents, a group of super burnt-out little girls watching a dvd at the end...
And then FINALLY, blissfully, it was time for everyone to go home!
Girlie was super crazy BURNT. OUT.
Hm...maybe next year we'll go back to the family party.