We went to the atrium where the party was, “who let the dogs out” blasted in the speakers. The DJ must have been a 50 year old woman who was getting jiggy wit it and teaching everyone the Macarena. It was wild.
My girls were just interested in the face painting. I’m not just talking about a little rainbow delicately painted on a cheek; I’m talking full-on-pick-whatever-you-want-face paint! Claire wanted to be a ‘pussy-cat’ and Jane a butterfly.
While that was going on, I organized Christian’s desk. Then I pushed the kids around and around in his swivel chair. That was a hit.
We are looking forward to tonight for Christmas eve….I hope Santa doesn’t skip your house like he has threatened to do at ours from time to time.