Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Four and Party Pooped!
The "mist"ers on the porch made my tissue paper balls shrivel, there were nearly too many littles to keep track of, and the party was....perfect. The look on Seth's face hovering over his cake says it all. I like four. I can't wait for Lucy to be four. It is a much more doable age than two or even three. Let them (I can't believe I'm saying this) be four forever! I told my sister, this party seemed to sap three days worth of energy and the Dad was sick to boot. He somehow managed to muster enough for a bedtime story at the end of birthday day. Now, today, we are stringing froot loops for our road trip necklaces--among other preparations. See you in Provo!!