Five girls. Four birthday presents. Three movies. Two large pizzas. One bed-shaped cake. Zero sleep.
Then...
Seven trips to the bathroom to vomit. Harper got sick around breakfast time and sent the rest of the morning into a tailspin. The kids ran out of things to do before all the moms showed up, the hubby breezed downstairs and pushed a few of my worst buttons, and then one little girl pushed the rest of them. Meanwhile, more vomit.
Hopefully the pictures will help revive memories of the good times, which seemed to fade soon after sunrise... it really was a cool party. While it was still dark.
Then...
Seven trips to the bathroom to vomit. Harper got sick around breakfast time and sent the rest of the morning into a tailspin. The kids ran out of things to do before all the moms showed up, the hubby breezed downstairs and pushed a few of my worst buttons, and then one little girl pushed the rest of them. Meanwhile, more vomit.
Hopefully the pictures will help revive memories of the good times, which seemed to fade soon after sunrise... it really was a cool party. While it was still dark.
3 comments:
You're a good mom. Always bring up the vomit AFTER talking about what a good time was had by all. Aah, memories.
It ain't a party till somebody throws up.
Sounds like a fun party. I love the cucumber eyes picture. Hope you had good time with both Moms there.
Aunt Kay
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