Sunday, February 25, 2018

Happy Little Partying Hearts

We had a big time eating pizza and Valentine treats of all types at the Valentine Ball.  Sadly, I wasn't able to get my decorator ( Ms. Bugg Interior Designs) here beforehand, so more food than decorations, but they didn't seem to mind.

Lots of dancing, dressing up and karoke.

I've always been intrigued about what rules "attraction."   Take this boy for instance.  Mr. Smiley is eat up with his Pap.  When things start getting loud and crazy, Pap makes his way to his chair as quickly as he can.  In the midst of the feasting and dancing and singing, Mr. Smiley just wants a snuggle with his Pap.  Equally sweet to me, was while I was herding cats and totally missing this encounter, Missy Bugg did not and grabbed the camera for me to see the cuteness.  

He wasn't there long, just a brief calm in the dancing storm.

So I'm trying to go through all my Holiday, Summer Camp, Art, Playdate mess.  You know, that job I hate more than the dentist, sorting, making decisions, pitching. While I was thinking about that, and looking at these pictures, I couldn't help but notice how big Pixie is and that the high chair hasn't been used in over a year.  That highchair was old when my first child used it. I'm so very blessed with so many sweeties, but it is still sad to think there won't just be one more to use that old chair. Should the chair go?  I don't think I can do it.  A dear friend of many years is in town and is coming to chat while I sort and pitch this afternoon.  A kindness for which I am grateful.
I hate to show my age, if that's what I'm doing, but, except for emergency or nonsense situations, I hate texting.  I so miss long talks with good friends.  I miss voices, with their tones and inflections.  I miss seeing a familiar script on a card.  Recently a friend I seldom get to see, sent me a beautiful card about the call to teach.  Just that she took the time is so dear, and then the note in her very own hand- love.
It has rained here for days. I'm beginning to fear that my beautiful raised garden bed, is going to to sink in the mire that is my side yard.
This is ISTEP angst week.  Three days this week and then again in May- grrrrrrrrrrr.