A Party Isn’t a Party Until Someone Gets Hurt April 17, 2008
Posted by Emily in : Family, Friends, My Handsome Husband, Princess Hannah, Saba , 1 comment so farReally, David and I are ready leave Saba. Last night, we had one last dinner party on our patio with some of our friends. I would have taken pictures, or hey, even A PICTURE, if I wasn’t busy hosting. The hostess has a “very busy and important” job to make sure everyone has drinks (at all times you know), appetizers, main course, and seats. But, most importantly, the hostess is the “designated conversation starter.” Now, I am not not usually at a loss for words (ever, really), but trying to balance all that and keep a good eye on my little busy-body, Hannah, was BIG WORK. I would have called on David for assistance (because lets face it, those of you who know him, know that he can hold his own when it comes to talking), but he was relegated to the grill all night making everyone delicious burgers, and that left the running around to me.
Hannah had a great time. Her little friends came over (you see, because her friends are based on our friends), and they all ran around the patio. A LOT. ALL EVENING. In fact, we even let Hannah stay up till 8:00 PM, which has never happened in the history of her life. She was so busy playing, she didn’t have time to ask to go “night, night.”
Every great party that includes toddlers playing past their bed time, is inevitably going to have an accident. Hannah took the “hit” and fell down while playing on a patio chair. She isn’t a crier, so when she wailed out in pain, we knew it was bad. It took a few minutes to get her to calm down, and when she did, she pointed out where her “bonk” was. Magically, before our eyes, an ugly soft goose egg appeared and as I turned my head to gasp (I could NEVER be a doctor), Hannah said, “Bonk, OWE!” Over and over.
Nothing says a party is over like a toddler accident, so everyone decided to head home. I would have taken a picture of Hannah’s head to show off her first big “bonk”, but I felt like such an awful mother, how could I document that? Then I would always remember what it looked like. And really, I love to look at her perfect forehead, that doesn’t have a big, ugly, bruise on it.
So, I lied, I did get one photo of Hannah and her friends playing on the Lov Sac in her room. This photo was “pre-bonk” of course:
Hannah’s friends: (L-R) Deya, Josh, Hannah, Keyoske
And just for your reading enjoyment, I am going to point out the curtains in the background. Remember how I said I could NEVER photograph the inside of my Uglified House because you all might think this island living has done something to my judgment since I don’t think they’re that bad? Yeah, I know, I’m embarrassed for me too. These are the exact curtains that made me throw up a little bit in my mouth when I first saw them two years ago.
