Friday night we had a Royal Ball.
The children began "decorating" early that afternoon...you know, blowing up balloons, disassembling my favorite note pad and taping half the pages to the door...
...and tucking them into every spot they could find, including drawer pulls, glasses, window sills, etc.
Sister pulled out all the stops with place mats, our finest pewter goblets (filled with ginger ale!), and flower napkin rings. (Everyone got a different place mat and napkin ring...Sister's idea.)
They came up with their own outfits. Scratch that, Sister came up with their outfits. (And mine, too - a long top, black leggings, cowboy boots, long diamond earrings, a green necklace, and LOTS of makeup. I was stylin'!) Sister insisted Little Man wear a white tux. Only, we don't have a size 3 white tux.
Not a problem for Sister.
She custom designed his shirt, matched it to her white velvet jeans, and paired the ensemble with his cowboy boots.
Yes, she drew on the shirt. It reads "the best 1234 royal wedding," written in washable markers. The vertical lines are actually the edges of the tux jacket, in case you missed that.
Prior to dining, we danced to Judy Rogers in the kitchen.
It. was. good.
And then we did something fairly new. We had the children help with every bit of clean up. They cleared the table, scraped the plates, wiped off place mats, put away napkin rings, dried dishes and helped put away what they could reach, and I even had Little Man sweep the floor. (Should he marry one day, I so want him to be a blessing to his wife as T is to me!)