I know we are only just a month into the year, but I’m already suffering from a little party-fatigue, so I sent Etienne off to a party with Daniel on Saturday. I also feel like I don’t get to spend any time with Mignon and Isabel, just us girls.
So, I had a big plans. First a little R&R quiet time on the couch with Barbie Mermaidia as we needed some quiet time before going out for supper.
Then we were going to paint toe nails.
And then we were going to decorate Marie biscuits.
And all of this was going to happen whilst humming something wholesome.
In reality this happened:
We cuddled on the couch, I close eyes for 30 seconds before they get pried open by little fingers “Word wakker Maaaammmmmaaaa!’ (Wake up Mommy!)
They then ran off, I find them giggling in the sandpit, playing their own little twinnie-game. I started trying to pry them away and realised that they were actually just happy being together, playing by themselves. So I sat watching them from a distance and marveled at how they can play and play and play. They didn’t even want juice and cookies!
I eventually managed to coax them inside with Marie Biscuits, pink icing and smarties and fun was had by all. (Which reminds me, I still need to wipe icing off some really strange surfaces…)
I’m going to send Etienne to more parties, I can see why he doesn’t mind staying home with the girls, they’re a breeze!
ps: As I opened my eyes this morning, there Daniel was, telling me he’d like a Rapunzel party. My children spend A LOT of time discussing party themes. It ranges from Princess and the Frog parties to Scooby Doo parties. We just nod and smile. And I pretend to not internally wring my hands in the sheer terror of not living up to their expectations. Is it just me?
Edit to add: Just re-read this. Please don’t think the girls don’t fight and I live a hipster life. It’s all sand and muck in reality and no time for being smug. Just so you know.