We celebrated Lucy's 5th birthday today. It isn't her actual birthday, but close enough.
I am so tired that I can barely type. We invited all of the girls in her pre-school class (though a few couldn't make it), the usual family friends, and my parents.
We painted faces and made magnets with each girls photo. Lucy's Honeybee Hop was a huge hit. Did I mention how exhausted I am?
Nothing really went wrong, though it was way more work than Henry's Chuck E. Cheese party.
Now that my youngest is five, I must face the inevitable: soon my children will roll their eyes at me and detest even my smallest idiosyncrasies. Then I will start waiting for grandchildren.