On Friday, she missed school and her class party/sing-along.
On Saturday, things weren't looking good in the morning. So, I figured Nick's work party was out for the evening. However, by the afternoon, she was fever free and ready to rock. So, we packed the tylenol and headed out hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst.
|How is it that I am always the first one ready to leave the house?!?! Isn''t the mom supposed to be running late still doing her hair and make-up???? Instead, I'm waiting in the driveway waiting for my two monkeys.|
The party has an awesome kids room with gingerbread cookie decorating, games, a special buffet for the younger party-goers (with delicious mac-n-cheese!), and the man himself... Santa! Georgia has avoided him like the plague in years past. By some miracle, we actually got a picture with him last year. NOT this year. She literally hid from him inside of my dress. I thought she was trying to crawl back inside the womb!
|She wouldn't sit with Santa, but she loved hanging out with Auntie Adrienne!|
|Not sure a bad looking picture for a very last minute party decision|
|My date for the evening|
Georgia was highly entertained by a simple game of toss the candy cane rope and would have happily played the game all night. EXCEPT... she was the first one to hear the dj get started in the ballroom. She grabbed Adrienne and dragged her into the real party!
|The party girl!|
After dinner, movie night began for the kids in another area of the hotel. Georgia pulled up a pillow and got comfy checking out the candy bar and some holiday movies with the other kids!
We literally had to drag her out of the party late night!
On Monday, I walked in from work to see that my little elves had been busy decorating the house for my birthday!
Georgia was so excited for my surprise, especially the cake! Who knew that my husband could bake cakes??!?! Talk about a secret talent... that I will now be abusing!
Georgia certainly enjoyed helping me open all my presents... and then promptly stole a new soft scarf and claimed it as her own!
I wrapped up the big 3-6 with my annual tradition of running my age...
And then we woke up to Fred the Elf trying to eat my leftover cake the next morning! Back off, Fred!!