Hello, I am back from my hiatus. Actually, it was less of a hiatus and more of a Slacker Blogger thing. Oh, and it's been really freaking hot and it makes me not want to do anything but watch tv and drink iced tea. Oh, and our computer is going through the Terrible Twos, throwing tantrums and being defiant. Unlike our children, however, it may not make it to the Terrible Threes.
So, last week I also decided to host 3 parties in 4 days. I do like to entertain, so I'm not complaining, not exactly. Here's the rundown.
Thursday, July 27 was Lydia's 5th birthday. We had the standard, family birthday, complete with pizza delivery and boxed cake mix. Nothing too strenuous. I don't know about the rest of you, but in my family (actually, just my husband's family- mine is just me and my mom and she's Drama Free, thank god.) no gathering is complete without a bit of Family Drama. You know, who's coming, who's not coming, who SAYS they are coming and then bails at the last minute, who's suddenly ill, who leaves early because of a real or imagined illness that always seems to afflict certain family members at family gatherings so they must leave early. Oy. It's a 5 year old girls birthday party, people. Not the Queen's Coronation. But I digress. Lucky for us, Lydia received her own copy of the "High School Musical" movie. You haven't lived until you've seen this flick. The singing, the dancing, the Teen Idols.
Saturday, we had a non- birthday related bash chez nous. The last weekend of July is always set aside for this jazz festival and ends up being a big, party weekend. Unfortunately for the people who participate in this part of the festival, the heat and humidity were kind of a bummer. So, we held a tostada party and invited everyone and their dog. After I got over the pre-party stress- who should we invite, who will come, will we have enough to eat, to drink, what about kids, do we have enough chairs, parking is a bear...., I actually had a great time.
Because I am a glutton for punishment, Sunday was the day for Lydia's party with her friends. Because I may be a glutton, but I am not a masochist, we held the party at the local YMCA pool. It was a nice little party, the girls were sweet and had fun swimming. She got lots of nice gifts- including no fewer than 3 Polly Pocket playsets. One of them was this little number:
It's this waterslide contraption that looks suspiciously like Hugh Hefners Grotto at the Playboy Mansion. My husband wondered how I knew of the grotto, not being a big reader of Hugh's magazine. VH1, of course. (Best Week Ever, Behind the Music, yada yada..)
One of the other choice items were these little miscreant dolls:
(ok, for some reason, Blogger is not letting me insert this picture, dammit.) Have you all heard of the Bratz dolls? I like to call them Slutz, because they all look like prostitutes, or as one friend explained to her daughter, "ladies that give kisses for money". They are atrocious, and have the strangest body proportions- at least Barbie's claim to fame was that that's what people WANTED to look like. (we'll tackle THAT whole issue in another post.) So, Lydia gets the Bratz Babies- twins. They have these huge, hydro-cephalic looking heads, MAKEUP, and their bottles (of course the Bratz babies are not breast fed- Mommy Bratz nipple ring would interfere, plus, the Bratz babies gots places to GO, people to see. They cannot be tied down to anything as time consuming as breast feeding.) are attached to their odd little bodies with. a. chain. Wha?? They have these tiny little denim diaper things- almost, but not quite a thong. They look like the female companions to the little "Homies" figures that were popular a few years back. These little pieces of plastic just might replace this toy as The World's Dumbest Toy.