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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Arden's 7th birthday.

Every year Arden tells me "this was the best birthday ever."  I'm glad she thinks so because I did zero prep for her birthday.  Well, ok, I went to the store and stocked up on contraband snacks to sneak into the movie theater.  Does that count as party planning?  

This year she went to the movies with some of her friends.  They saw Zootopia.  

Poor Jack was the only boy out of the whole group.  He played the part of annoying little brother perfectly, though.  He's in this kissing phase where he kisses everyone.  Therefore, he was annoying all the girls by kissing them on their arms and hands repeatedly.  "Jack!!! Stop kissing me!"  lol.  
Above is a pic of Arden and her friends right before the movie.  Notice Jack's backpack.  He's the smuggler of the snacks.  I know, I'm a terrible person; I get young kids to do my dirty work.  I did buy a large and large popcorn, which Jack promptly spilled all over the floor, so I got paybacks for my misdeeds.
After the movie we headed over to a frozen yogurt shop.  It was just a little ways down in the parking lot, so I packed all 10 kids into my van.  They thought it was the coolest thing ever that they could sit on the floor and *gasp* not wear seat belts.  (If they only knew how I used to ride in a car.)
It took longer for them to decide who was going to sit where than the drive itself.  Apparently these are important decisions to make when you're a 7 year old girl.  
We all had frozen yogurt at Tutti Frutti.  Some of the girls had never been to a froyo shop and immediately fell in love with it and all the options they had to choose from.  
Afterward we took the kids back to the house (with seat belts on) and some spent the night.  If you want to know how the rest of my night went with sugar-high girls, refer to my previous post.  

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Post-party African wildlife.

After taking 10 kids to the movie theater for Arden's bday by myself, I'm hiding out downstairs in my bedroom, hoping no residual party guests (including my own kids) find me.
So here I sit, listening to the sounds of stomping elephants above my head, screams of hyenas, and charging rhinos.  I sip my wine and focus on the art of blissful ignorance.  I mean, if there's still noise I know at least they haven't killed each other.  I just hope the ceiling doesn't fall through.