Well, all this happened a couple of weeks back, but alas with the Christmas Crazies, I am just now sitting down to blog about it. Emily's 7th Birthday Pajama Party was a raving success, however, the excitement of such an event was overshadowed quite a bit by the presence of snow. That's right, lots (Texas style) of the white stuff fell all day that day. Some of it actually stuck. In my 32 years of life with the vast majority of them being right here, I have never seen it snow so consistently here. It was fantastic! I don't know when I've been in a better mood. Emily had dreams of all of her friends tromping out into the snow and making snow angels and snowmen, but the little lady was brought back from her northern dreams to Texas reality when she saw the slush. A couple of hours before the party we went out and threw snow balls as a family and even made a little armless snowman. We had a blast and I LOVE the snow, (once a year.) So on to some fabulous pictures. This first one is all the girls showing off at the party (it's a little out of order.)
This is the green belt behind our house where we ran around and pummeled each other with ice balls, it wasn't really the fluffy good packing stuff.
This is a picture taken from our front door at the snow falling on our bushes--I love it!
Here is the armless snowman. It wasn't until he was melted away and I looked at pictures that I realized the poor little guy had no arms--oh well, here he is Veggie Tales style. We aren't very used to all the ins and outs of snowman making...
And on to the party!! It was a pajama themed night so what's better than to have little pajama clad girls on cupcakes--super cute and easy.
The girls spent time getting their nails painted, fixing each other's hair,
watching TinkerBell and the Lost Treasure, and decorating their own pillowcases with markers.
And of course--all with tons of food and chatter. I had no idea that throwing a 7 year-old girl a birthday party was so easy, they played, planned and talked. I sat back and painted a few finger nails. The time zipped by and we could have easily gone on for hours more. It was in such stark contrast to Dallin's 4-year party in the spring--I swear I felt like I'd ran a marathon after it. But this was great, everyone was in great spirits from the snow and happy!
So, back to the snow, by Saturday afternoon, (it snowed all day Friday) our poor little man had lost his head and hat, but it took all the way until late Sunday afternoon to be completely gone.
And with Christmas right around the corner we did make it to our friend's house who has a special "in" with the big guy in red. He makes a special visit to her house every year--lucky. Anyway, the older kids were very serious and made their requests and of course stated emphatically that they had been very good this year.
And for a final Classic...Kylie may be 12 before she'll actually let Santa hold her and be happy--I swear she'll go to anyone, but not him...
And one last story, we (Dallin, Kylie and I) were at the mall last week and as we were walking toward Macy's, Santa went on break. He started following us down a long hallway to the store. Dallin turned and said hi and Santa politely HoHo-ed and waved, however, soon Dallin realized that this very important man was following us and not leaving. He kept turning to check. Well, that little guy plastered a smile on his face, said excuse me and took the stroller from my hands. He pushed it ever so carefully to make sure that Santa saw him being a good boy. I was dying laughing--on the inside of course. I have never seen that kid so nervous. This lasted all of two minutes and then once Santa turned to head to the bathroom and we were safely inside Macy's Dallin looked up at me with giant eyes and said, "He can still see me, right?!" "Oh, yes, little man he can!" I have never had such a perfect child at the store!
