The Electric Dream Machine
(Well, that some of us.)
I got a phone call from an unfamiliar number and when I answered it all I heard on the other line was "hi", "hi" I said back and the little voice said "hi" again. That's when I knew it must be one of Bridget's little friends. Bridget was so excited that her little friends Katie had called her she just walked around talking about birthdays and playdates. It was so cute, but weird at the same time. I'm just glad it wasn't a little boy. I don't hink I'll be able to handle that at least not for another 10 years.
The girls had so much fun! They had cheese crackers and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut out in the shape of flowers. For little party favors we found cute little felt watering cans at the dollar spot at Target and filled them with gummy worms. After lunch they painted little flower pots and planted little pink flowers. Once they had freshened up with a little bit of my makeup (supervised) they sat down with the garden fairies and had hot chocolate with sprinkles (it was snowing) and strawberry cupcakes. They had a blast! Afterwards I was tired.
This is them all gussied up and ready for the tea party.
Have I mentioned that I HATE stats? Well, I do. Especially when I have to sit down for a grueling three hours first thing in the morning for a test. Did you notice the coffee? I had probably four cups during this process. It must have helped because I ended up making an 85, not including the extra points I usually get for little rounding issues. Yay me!
Brent and Bridget play a little game called "Secret Girl" where Bridget is a super hero called... Secret Girl. She runs around the house trying to hide from me. Brent will "distract" me while Bridget sneaks behind me from room to room. In this case Brent dressed Bridget up in a Halloween costume meant for a dog and sent her out to sneek around. He told her that I wouldn't be able to see her because she looks just like a fire hydrant. This is her not looking at me because she was afriad that if she looked at me I would be able to tell that she wasn't an actual fire hydrant.