On Saturday night, I went out with a couple of my friends (which I'll have to save for another post!), but the kids stayed with daddy and poor Ronan spiked a phantom fever that has taken almost 3 days to recover from. On Sunday, he was spent...and fell asleep on the couch like this:
So, Riley and I headed out for her friend Mya's birthday party. It was ice cream themed and absolutely adorable. Her mom had a "create your own flavor" contest and an ice cream eating contest. Riley came up with her "Chocolate-Vanilla-Strawberry Sherbert" and somehow, a handful of MALTBALLS, not meatballs, ended up in there. Not too appetizing looking, but she seemed to think it was delicious. I had a bellyache just looking at it.
And normally, Riley wouldn't participate in a contest of any sort. She's so quiet and shy and easily embarassed that it wouldn't even cross her mind to join in. She spent days talking to me about this contest and said she was going to do it. Well, it came time and last second, she freaked out and decided not to. I said it was her choice, but she might regret missing out on something fun. Right before the contest started, she jumped into her spot and held her hands behind her back and dove in.
Within seconds, though, she got upset that she couldn't hang or figure out what to do, so she got up and walked away from the table, pouting. I felt bad for a split second, but then beckoned her to get out of her moody funk. She finally did and then it was time for cake. (Like these kids didn't already eat enough junk, right?!)
She loved it, though...black icing and all! And it only took about 3 hours for the sugar-high to come down. Not too bad!
So, Riley and I headed out for her friend Mya's birthday party. It was ice cream themed and absolutely adorable. Her mom had a "create your own flavor" contest and an ice cream eating contest. Riley came up with her "Chocolate-Vanilla-Strawberry Sherbert" and somehow, a handful of MALTBALLS, not meatballs, ended up in there. Not too appetizing looking, but she seemed to think it was delicious. I had a bellyache just looking at it.
And normally, Riley wouldn't participate in a contest of any sort. She's so quiet and shy and easily embarassed that it wouldn't even cross her mind to join in. She spent days talking to me about this contest and said she was going to do it. Well, it came time and last second, she freaked out and decided not to. I said it was her choice, but she might regret missing out on something fun. Right before the contest started, she jumped into her spot and held her hands behind her back and dove in.
Within seconds, though, she got upset that she couldn't hang or figure out what to do, so she got up and walked away from the table, pouting. I felt bad for a split second, but then beckoned her to get out of her moody funk. She finally did and then it was time for cake. (Like these kids didn't already eat enough junk, right?!)
She loved it, though...black icing and all! And it only took about 3 hours for the sugar-high to come down. Not too bad!
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