As you can imagine, all of my hard work cleaning and prepping for the party seemed senseless once everyone had left for the evening. The children were tired and slap happy, Mike and I were exhausted, and my house appeared to have had an explosion during the party. Perhaps we shall simply say "Hurricane Toddler Party" passed through my house, leaving chaos and mayhem in its wake. I stood there surveying the damage, waded through the sea of toys, and climbed into bed...Like any sane person would have done. It was all SO worth it though. Molly loved her cake, and she had a blast. This girl loves being the center of attention. My friends said they felt like they were in the presence of a celebrity because of this blog. They all feel like they know my sweet kids, and that they have experienced my crazy stories with me. Well...some of them have :) Sandra has seen many of them first hand. I can't thank all of you guys enough for coming out and celebrating with us. We know it is a hike all the way out here, but it is awesome to see you guys, and I wish it could happen more often. And on that note...It isn't a complete blog post without a silly story about my sweet babies.
This morning, I was getting dressed in my bedroom, surrounded by my Peanut Gallery, as always. Molly and Colin were fighting over my Kindle Fire, so I took it away and put it out of reach. Colin left to find something better to do, but Molly quickly realized Mike's phone was plugged in to charge on our bedside table. I was attempting to find something to wear, but I had only managed to locate a bra so far...I heard Molly giggling behind me as I opened my underwear drawer. And then I heard it...oh...dear...Lord. No, she did not just take a picture of me. I hear it again, the distinct sound of a shutter on a camera, and Molly giggles saying simply..."Say cheese Mommy." By turning around to grab the phone, I have now exposed even more of myself, the camera goes off again...and then I remember. Dear Sweet Baby Jesus!! Mike has his phone set to upload his pictures directly to Google Plus...My a$# is now on the internet...I let a few expletives of choice fly out of my mouth as I lunge for the phone, while attempting to cover myself, but that little girl is quick with the shutter. I keep hearing the camera go off as I begin screaming for my husband to come quickly. Colin enters the room to see what was going on, and I begin to use my son as a human shield. Of course, in hindsight, this may have appeared even worse on the internet. Colin is just confused as I pick him up, and use him to cover all of my indecent exposure. Mike finally comes back to the room to save me, and our family's honor, by taking away his phone from our adorable daughter. Why me?? Mike immediately went into his Google account, and luckily, our daughter is a horrible photographer. All of the photos were blurry and out of focus. I asked him to delete them anyway, on principle, if nothing else. He of course had to make a joke about hoping for some of them to come out, so that he could keep them for his "personal file." I may have smacked my husband in the back of the head. Crisis averted, but I did recommend removing the auto upload feature for future reference. This girl is going to keep me on my toes. Thank God she is so stinkin cute :)
|My Princess of Destruction...wearing an apron, an oven mitt, and carrying her brand new mace :)|
|Molly and Pooh Bear, We think Pooh may have gotten into the alcohol...|