Oh So Sweet Sixteen
Yessir! My little baby girl is 16. You know, everyone tells you how fast it goes, and I truly believed every person who told me that. It's just different when it's your own life that speeds past at an incredible rate. I've been married for 18.5 years. When did that happen?
I guess I blinked, and it passed. Amazing.
So last night, my first-born had her Sweet Sixteen Birthday Party with friends. What kind of 16 year old writes a play for her friends to perform on her birthday? Well I'll tell you: a COOL 16 year old! My brother and his wife and sis-in-law came not only to watch, but also to record the program. There were 4 scenes, with the last one being in the same setting as the first. They used minimal props. My dh created the most awesome chalked backdrop for a London Street scene. It was hidden behind the drapes until the proper time. It turned out really well. They all had a blast.
Also they played the Box Game. Such fun!
We had pizza and greek salad for dinner. We fixed some yummo punch in a big punch bowl with floating frozen blueberries. She wanted candy cookies for her birthday cake. They were particularly sweet. The day before the party we made like a thousand white chocolate-dipped pretzels with sprinkles on the tip. Last time they made them, there weren't enough. This time there's plenty left over!
The girls watched "The Phantom of the Opera" as they camped out in the Great Room. I insisted on "lights out" by 2am. They were all asleep before 3am. It makes for a better Saturday when that happens. The last couple of times my oldest spent the night with friends, they stayed up far too late, and I didn't want that to happen again. They didn't mind.
This morning I fixed sausage and cheesy scrambled eggs to serve with Monkey Bread. They had tea in lovely tea cups and saucers. The conversation around their table made my husband and I laugh as we sat by the fire in the adjoining room, shamelessly eaves-dropping. We counted how many girls were talking over each other at a time. They seem to think they'll run out of time to get their thoughts spoken, so they just run over each other in a joyous cacophony. It was amusing.
Once all the guests had left, my two older girls and I just slumped into our comfy chairs in the Great Room, surrounded by the messy remains of the party, and sighed out a conversation about the party at slow speed in order to put off cleaning it up. Eventually it had to be done though, and we are all now glad it's behind us. The party was a smashing success.
*sigh*
I guess I blinked, and it passed. Amazing.
So last night, my first-born had her Sweet Sixteen Birthday Party with friends. What kind of 16 year old writes a play for her friends to perform on her birthday? Well I'll tell you: a COOL 16 year old! My brother and his wife and sis-in-law came not only to watch, but also to record the program. There were 4 scenes, with the last one being in the same setting as the first. They used minimal props. My dh created the most awesome chalked backdrop for a London Street scene. It was hidden behind the drapes until the proper time. It turned out really well. They all had a blast.
Also they played the Box Game. Such fun!
We had pizza and greek salad for dinner. We fixed some yummo punch in a big punch bowl with floating frozen blueberries. She wanted candy cookies for her birthday cake. They were particularly sweet. The day before the party we made like a thousand white chocolate-dipped pretzels with sprinkles on the tip. Last time they made them, there weren't enough. This time there's plenty left over!
The girls watched "The Phantom of the Opera" as they camped out in the Great Room. I insisted on "lights out" by 2am. They were all asleep before 3am. It makes for a better Saturday when that happens. The last couple of times my oldest spent the night with friends, they stayed up far too late, and I didn't want that to happen again. They didn't mind.
This morning I fixed sausage and cheesy scrambled eggs to serve with Monkey Bread. They had tea in lovely tea cups and saucers. The conversation around their table made my husband and I laugh as we sat by the fire in the adjoining room, shamelessly eaves-dropping. We counted how many girls were talking over each other at a time. They seem to think they'll run out of time to get their thoughts spoken, so they just run over each other in a joyous cacophony. It was amusing.
Once all the guests had left, my two older girls and I just slumped into our comfy chairs in the Great Room, surrounded by the messy remains of the party, and sighed out a conversation about the party at slow speed in order to put off cleaning it up. Eventually it had to be done though, and we are all now glad it's behind us. The party was a smashing success.
*sigh*
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