We've traveled nearly the entire month of July and home has never been sweeter. Just before we hit the road, my computer began showing signs of death. I stand amazed and with a thankful heart for God's timing. With only two weeks left of my Apple Care plan, I dropped her off at an Apple Store and at no additional cost to me, had her insides "re-worked." She's got a new hard drive, cooling fan, and cd/dvd player. However, I was left with lots of photos I wanted to post.
Like, Sister's birthday party.
I dressed up as Ma, T as Pa, Little Man as Almonzo, and Little Bit as Carrie. Scout was Jack. A few friends joined us. The girls made paper dolls. We free-handed their figures with cardstock and the girls used fabric scraps and tube paints to decorate.
While the dolls dried, they all donned some Little House-esque dress up clothes. Shortly thereafter I heard screaming and giggling and the pounding of little feet running and went to investigate. Little Man had his wooden pump action shot gun and was chasing and shooting the girls. Uh-huh. Nice.
I rescued them and we went downstairs for an episode of Little House and popcorn balls and lemonade for appetizers. (Served in tea cups, of course.)
And then dinner. Sister planned the menu: hot dogs, oyster crackers (because Pa had bought these for his girls for Christmas, but got stuck in a blizzard and had to eat them), corn on the cob, twizzlers, and ice cream cake for dessert. (See those tissue paper puff-ball flowers? My Sister made them and sent them to us...PRECIOUS, sweet Sister!)
Between courses, we danced a jig in the kitchen. T turned up the fiddlin' music and the girls joined hands and round and round we went!
But, what got the most giggles was each girl taking a turn standing on top of the vent and watching her dress puff out with air! I think someone stood on the vent throughout most of dinner.
We ended the lovely evening by opening a few gifts and then we took the girls home. They had me and Mom rolling...I'm not sure how it started, but each girl took a turn writing her name and phone number on a napkin for each of the other girls. Their conversations were something like this, "Ok, tell your mom that my mom's name is Mrs. Jones and that I'm her daughter and that you met me at Sister's party." (Never mind the fact that all these mamas know each other.)
It was a sweet night - one I didn't want to forget.