My Little Bird is sitting on the bed beside me alternating between working on her Christmas list (what to give) and a poem.
I love that, and her.
Birdie turns ten on Tuesday. Years and years ago when the earth was still young I decided to do birthday parties (outside of family) for the kids every other year. Christopher had one when he was five and hasn’t had one since. Lydia has had three or four. So it sort of worked out.
This year I decided that Christopher WOULD have a party and that Lydia could take it off, but then I thought about it being her tenth birthday, which seemed so auspicious. We decided to let her invite two of her friends from church for a sleepover. I love these girls and knew they would have fun just being together.
We ordered pizza, rented a couple of movies and let them make brownies after dinner. After presents they made rootbeer floats and settled down to watch High School Musical. Both guests had seen it but were happy to be with Lydia during her inaugural viewing. They were so cute together. Lydia asking questions and being put off or guessing something and her friends being amazed at her insight.
One of the girls would say or do something hilarious and I would slyly tap Paul to make sure he noted it. “WHAT?” he practically shouted several times until I gave up. We haven’t been sleeping well, OK, I haven’t been sleeping well, and we’ve been getting up early to walk Jack every morning. We’re both tired. I’m hoping that whoever replaced my normally hep husband with a doddering 80 year old will do another switch a roo while we’re both getting a good night’s sleep tonight.
Raucous laughter is being shrieked from across the house. Paul is passing out on the couch. Jack is already passed out on the floor. I need to go check on the only people who are wide awake in this house: the members of the slumber party and make sure teeth are brushed and that all needs are met before I join the actual slumbering parties.