Charley Girls Birthday Party and Assorted Randomness

Oh, yes, we partied hard at the Golden Arches and beyond this weekend for Brooke's baby girl Charlie who turned two. The last time I went to a birthday party at McDonald's was for my brother's birthday when I was about five years old. I didn't even know McDonald's did kids' birthdays anymore. I threw up after my brother's birthday party. Good memories.



The birthday girl looking at me thinking to herself, "Ummm...I think I know you. You look vaguely familiar. I seem to recall seeing you at various family holidays, but I don't remember your name." Trust me. That's what she said.

"Who are you??"

"NO, who are YOU?"
"Wanna play?"
"Uhh, OK."

"Quit licking the candles off of my cake Oliver! Whose birthday party is this?? Hey! Do I look diva-licious in these glasses or what??"

"Right on! A Dora doll! Next present, please!

"Do I have to wear this hat? Really?""Duh, Feisty. Of course you do. Besides, it's a rad hat! But can we go party at Oliver and Charley's house now?? Puuhhllleeezzz?"

"Rad train-set Oliver. I really like the word Rad. Do you like the word Rad? RAD!"

Hey Oliver! Throw some of that pizza over here! Charley and I are hungry!

And now we must roll around on the floor, cuz we're cool like that! Hey! Grab my mom's camera. Self-portrait time!

Oh.My.Word. Mom, you are soooo not rad!

Hey, Brooke! Can you toss me my Diet. Dr. Pepper, please? I need some caffeine and quick. Or maybe I just need my bed.

Sadly, though, through the 1.5 hour drive home, my girls did not fall asleep. An hour after we got home, they were still wide awake! As I have said before, my girls are the ultimate party girls. Give them some cake, some lollipops and a good dose of caffeine and they'll party all night long. Hour and a half drive or not!

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And let the Randomness commence..
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I hate my hair. No. I hate my bangs. Why, oh why did I get bangs? I hate them every time they get them. Maybe because when I decided to get my hair cut with the gift card my mom got me I felt like I needed something to show for the haircut since I refused to get it cut short like she wanted me to. But I.Hate.My.Bangs. Time to break out the barrettes until they grow out again. Bleh.
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I'm doing an overhaul of my closet and my kids' closets to make room for all the clothes we have. Currently, all of the clean laundry is folded in piles on the floor. Clothes that no longer fit or are being un-worn are occupying closets and drawers. In doing this, I discovered that out of about 12 pairs of jeans, I currently have three pairs that don't have holes in the knees or in the rear. My rear is too bony I guess. I can't exist on three pairs of jeans. Time to go shopping I guess.
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I can see my grass! I can see my grass! I can see my grass! The snow is GONE. For now. Let the rummage sale begin.
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Wanna see my band? Wanna see my band? Here we are. Yesterday before we performed in all our glory. It's kind of dark. Sorry. (And yes, *shocker*, I wore jeans to church yesterday. Hey, I have to dress up every day for work. We play for the "contemporary" service. I wore jeans. )

Anakin enjoyed watching us play as he made a rare appearance at Church yesterday. His mother unexpectedly dropped him off at my mom's house while we were still in Denver partying so that SHE could go out partying for St. Patty's Day. Oh, yeah. I'm nominating her for Mother Of The Year.

And I think I'm done. This post has worn me out more than the birthday party! Crappy Happy Monday!