Party Time
I was feeling much, much better today! I even tried to clean my house a little bit, but that wore me out. It is a scary disaster in here. I need to get it cleaned up my Thursday afternoon because my mom is flying in that day. If she sees the mess she’ll take matters into her own hands and we’ll never see our stuff again. I am glad she likes to clean, but the results are not always as desired. We still can’t find the sippy cup spouts from the last time she was here.
Mike’s work had a little party tonight at a tapas place in downtown Rockville. The restaurant opens onto a really nice little town square and on Friday nights they have live music. People set up lawn chairs and little kids dance in front of the stage. Very fun
My kids demonstrated their personalities 100% tonight. Elsa was too shy to dance. Finally she decided she could go out there, but only if one of us was with her at all times. If we dared take a break she would run for our legs as soon as she noticed. I don’t worry about her getting kidnapped.
I bought myself a new visor (can’t stand hats) and she absconded with it immediately. She is turning into a diva. She can’t leave the house without her purse, sunglasses and plastic puppy.
Erik was in full Erik Force tonight. He made some friends at the party, then burned up the dance floor. Instead of facing the band, like most people were doing, he faced the audience. I asked him about that on the way home and he told me he was putting on a show for the “old people.” He knew “they had their eyes on” him. He said the other kids were lame dancers, but he new how to put on a show. I have to admit he was kind of right about that. He’s doing pretty good in his break dancing class.
I don’t even want to think about the number of youtube videos he managed to sneak himself into tonight. Any time he saw someone with a phone, he started dancing right in front of them even though they were clearly trying to get footage of their own children.
Not a great picture, but you can see Erik with his blonde hair and a blue striped shirt in the background, putting on a show for the old people.
He was totally cracking me up this morning. We got a delivery of gourmet snack foods for the UPS lady. There was no card or packing slip, so I’m fairly mystified. Maybe my friends sent it because we cleared a fallen tree out of their driveway while they were in England? It doesn’t seem to be their style, though.
Anyway, Erik was completely hopped up about this package and wanted to taste everything, but I would only let him open one item this morning. He kept going on and on and on and on about the “bou-fet” [pronounced: bow (as in hair ribbon)-fey (rhymes with lay)]. I was confused about the word until he explained to me that it was like someone sent us a bouquet of flowers, but it was a food buffet instead. Very clever!
Guess I better get to bed. Mike has pink eye and a terrible cough, so I anticipate a rough night. I’ll take my sleeping pills, but I may need ear plugs as well.