i am well aware that BlogHer 11' has ended & 99% of the lady bloggers are back in the saddle; ready to delight you with tales of meeting one another, Sparklecorn, swag & all around good times.
so i'll keep this short & sweet.
we were invited to a birthday party this weekend. my eldest child, as anti-social as her father, screamed for half of it & spent the other half holding onto a mylar pig balloon that was attached to a bale of hay.
see the 90° angle of that ribbon? yeah, as i said- attached to a bale of hay. hooray.
eventually she stepped away & made dying sheep noises whilst sticking her head through a few cutouts:
and then we let brynn in on the fun:
i attempted to coax alex over to watch her friend unwrap presents- but she was having none of it. brandon took her back to her bff (the mylar pig) and i let brynn explore the wonders of a plastic lawn chair:
eventually it was cake time- and even alex can't ignore the lure of cake. she let go of the balloon string in exchange for sugar:
the only problem? she wanted to keep this sugar pig. forever & ever. terrible. it was melting everywhere & there was no way she was getting into my car with that thing in tow.
i'd love to describe the meltdown that occured once i took it away from her- but i've blocked it from my memory.
brynn was in good spirits though:
chillin' with daddy
and the coolest party guest ended up being this praying mantis- who was hitching a ride on one of the kid's heads:
and of course i didn't have my macro lens- so i had to get all up in his personal space with my 35mm. my apologies good sir.
after 3 hours we packed up & headed home. alex screamed for 10 minutes- then passed out for another 10- then woke up & refused to nap.
glorious i tell you- glorious.