Party party party!

Wedding: Check! Wonderful ceremony (of course it was done by MY hubby!) Bride and groom are in their 30s, thrilled to be finally getting married, and there's a bit of a tragic backstory (heart condition, life expectancy under 10 years, getting married anyway and going to make the most of the time they have together. Pray someone in the Texas medical center makes some stunning new cardiac advances very soon,) that made the "sickness and health, as long as we both shall live" leave everyone sniffling. But it was really really nice. My girls loved seeing the bride and all the flowers. Youngest dropped her dinner plate and shattered it into a million glass pieces. But there were so many other children there no one seemed to be too horrified just concerned that she not hurt herself. (She had two tiny little scartes on the top of her foot that were bleeding a bit, I tried to pass them off as spots of cranberry sauce off her plate but hubby blew my cover with, "That's not cranberry sauce." "I know that!" I said, "But cranberry sauce isn't scary!") She was upset until one of the waitstaff dropped a plate and two glasses about 5 minutes later!

Birthday party: That went off very well. Hubby thought the money was WELL worth not having the kids at our house even though out of 20 in the kindergarten class only 4 showed up! I invited 30 when the package price included 25 and was stressing that we might go over. HA! With other friends and cousins we had 12 kids total. Which is fine. I can't stand the mountain of presents that accompanies huge birthdays. So we have spent the morning getting Barbies out of the bondage of their packaging. Anyone with girls knows what I am talking about!