Assuming you've been regularly reading this blog, you're fully aware that Madison's birthday party was celebrated this past weekend. Surprisingly, it was incident-free...not a single episode of drama nor commotion erupted throughout the entire affair. It certainly surprised me to no end, considering the raging hormones and emotions that define preteen girls.
Everything went without a hitch, from the water balloon battles to the dancing to the karaoke to the rubber ducky decorating to the balloon-popping to the eating of burgers, hotdogs and cupcakes and, ultimately, to the final goodbyes. All in all, it was a splendid evening bash attended by a handful of her friends, 3 of which stayed on for the sleepover.
In other words, it was a triumphant birthday event. Not too shabby.
Incidentally, the beheaded duck piñata is symbolic of how Jen and I felt as twilight approached. Around midnight, we told the foursome of revelers to retire to either Madison's room or her downstairs playroom. Logically, they hit the playroom.
I haven't a clue when they finally passed out from their collective sugar highs, but Madison surmised that it must have been well after 2am. Foolishly, Jen and I ventured down there at 8am to attempt rousing them from their sleep. Near-comatose would be the most apt description of the response we elicited from the fab four.
We let another hour pass and finally woke them for a morning feast replete with bacon, eggs, toast, sausage, pancakes, fruit, tea and milk. Between breakfast preparation and overall cleanup (including the minor disaster that her room mutated into), Jen and I were ready for another 8 hours of sleep.
Did I mention the party rocked? It was just ducky.
1 comment:
The REALLY big news is that there was no major damage to the house before, during, or after. Especially with the 2 a.m. bedtime. Glad everything went so well, Luis.
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