Cute Overload
DD went to the princess birthday party on Tuesday night. Let me say at the start that I effing hate middle of the week birthday parties. I don't get it -- is it cheaper on a weeknight? I would be willing to chip in for the extra cost if we could please, please have these parties on a Friday night. We skipped out on the last birthday party that one of DD's school friends had, because it started at 5:00 on a school night, which would have meant that DH or I would have had to take time off from work to attend. DD has never let us forget that we didn't take her. At least this party started at 6:00.
Anyway. This was B's princess birthday party. There were eight girls total, and probably ten adults. We were directed to our own table, where we were served sweetened tea, which was really quite good. In the space of a half an hour, they were able to get princess gowns on all eight girls, do their hair, put on glitter, bracelets, and necklaces, and practice a princess pose. All of the girls were announced, and they all had a chance to show the mommies and daddies their princess pose. Most had stage fright, and DD was one of them.
They were seated and had a lesson on etiquette (princesses don't wipe their hands on their dresses, princesses don't chew with their mouths open, princesses always put their napkins on their laps, princesses always share, etc.). Then they had cookies and pink lemonade (the adults were given cookies as well). Later, they had ice cream and cake (and so did we). They also had a fashion show, dancing, a visit from the fairy godmother, songs from the head princess, and present opening. Finally, there was a dance with Prince Charming (B's daddy). Very sweet. DD had a wonderful time, and she was given a photo of all the girls together posing with the head princess (for some inexplicable reason, DD appeared to be screaming in the picture -- totally charming, I can assure you). Unfortunately, it was past DD's bedtime by the time we got home. DD was wound up, but mommy and daddy were exhausted.
We are going to have our annual 4th of July party tomorrow, but it is going to be smaller than usual. Just my dad, possibly DD's godmother and daughter, and DH's nephew, wife, and their three kids. Last year, it was a lot bigger, because it included my mom and my brother and his family (but, since we're not talking anymore, they're not coming). We are on the parade route, and it is quite elaborate. It lasts about an hour, and possibly more this year, since it's an election year and and all the politicians like to pass out things. It is a great parade for the kids, because they can make out like bandits with candy and other things.
Hopefully, the parade will start at the end of our street. If not, then that means that we will be at the end of the parade, which means less goodies for the kids. After the parade, I've got munchies and swimming planned, then lunch (take out -- you didn't think I would be cooking, did you?), and then everyone will likely go home late in the afternoon. My father wants to spend the night, because DD's godmother is having a graduation party tomorrow for her eldest. I don't quite understand why he wants to stay over here, because we are very north, and the graduation party is to the east and nowhere near our house, but whatever. I told him that we plan on going to some fireworks in the evening, and the next day holds breakfast, swimming lessons, errands, and then we will go to the graduation party. I worry that he will be bored, but it's up to him. I honestly don't have time to entertain him and get everything done that I need to get done. But he's certainly welcome to the TV and the guest room. He would also have time for a nap, which is always nice (at least I think so).
And Monday is the big transfer day. This morning, they told me that my lining is 11 mm (they look for at least 7 mm). So, that's good, though I'm fat as a cow as a result (have I said how much I hate Estrace lately?). The ultrasound technician was a little weird. She claimed that she'd seen me before, but I don't think so. Most of these visits with the dildo cam (as it is affectionately known by us stirrup queens) are only a few minutes long. This took at least ten minutes, punctuated by "hold your breath. OK, breathe." Times 20. WTF? Maybe she is just exceptionally thorough, but now I totally understand why they were running late today. We will get our embryo report on Monday morning before the transfer. Ironically, I had the opportunity to meet the embryologist this morning, as she just happened to be in the office. This was very unusual, because the office that she works in (the sister clinic) is about 45 minutes away. She is not our normal embryologist, but she appeared to know what she was doing, and she understood our thawing instructions. Bonus points there, I guess.
That's about it. Sorry if I'm not commenting much. I am so far behind on blog reading, it's not funny. At one point, I zeroed everything out (I was around 800-900 unread posts, and I couldn't seem to catch up). That was really a freeing feeling. But, my counter is back up to over 100 again, and I'm starting to feel antsy about it.
Oh, I almost forgot. Today was a historic day at our house. The occasion? DD's first skinned knee. Really, you'd think that this would have happened by now, but it hasn't. I bought her a pair of cute flip flops in response to her repeated pleas, but I also warned her about running in them. Well, this evening, she tripped and fell while -- what else -- running. Sigh. This will be the first of many skinned knees, but I hope that she isn't such a wimp about it next time. For all the drama, you'd have thought she'd broken her leg.
Ah well. That's about all the news that is fit to print on our side of the world. Have a great 4th of July!
Oh, please please let it work!
I'm rooting for you like mad here.
Posted by: DG | July 05, 2008 at 05:05 AM
Good luck tomorrow! Thinking of you!
Meanwhile you have me thinking of a sugar overload. All that cake and icecream- yum! :-)
Posted by: Flo | July 06, 2008 at 07:18 AM