party on
June 25, 2012
On Tuesday, the Diva will be ten years old. I don't even know how to wrap my head around this.*
Rather than even try, we had a sleep-over on Saturday for four of M's friends and her.
Decorations.
Cake.**
In the morning, they made sand paintings with skittles to take home. So that they could share their exhuberance with their parents, too.***
Lucy handled the whole thing with aplomb.
"Cake?"
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* Scott seems to be having a rough time, too, especially since some of her friends are starting to morph into proto-women. He's against it, by the way.
** If you need to bake gluten-free, this book is awesome.
*** Actually, the girls were great. The kids I gave birth to are the only ones I wanted to strangle. As it goes.
Try wrapping your head around the fact that our little Rosalind is 19 and headed toward her sophomore year of college. 'Cause I can't. I also can't quite believe that she's spending the summer doing Shakespeare at Winedale, a program I did twice when *I* was at UT. Back when the lamplighter used to come by every evening and fire up the gaslamps so we could see. And please tell the Featureless Saint that I feel his pain. Sadly, it doesn't get any less comfortable the older your daughter's female friends get.
Posted by: Robert Faires | June 28, 2012 at 05:51 PM