(Did someone say something about it being "the year of the scarf"?)
After the game Miss L and one of her friends decided they wanted to have a sleep over. At the friends grandma's house. Although I know the grandmother and the family, Miss L has only had a sleep over once somewhere other than my sisters or my parents. And that one other time was at a good friends house less than two miles from ours. Still......there was some anxiety going on.
Totally logical anxiety though. You know anxiety about impending house fires, carbon monoxide poisoning and alien abductions. Logical. Totally.
My father was at homecoming and "overheard" my internal dialogue struggling with this possible sleep over. He is gifted like that. Or maybe he just "overheard" the anxious note in my voice as I stated, "Your friend could stay the night with us, if you wanted." He reprimanded me, telling me that this ISN'T what they wanted to do and reminded me that you have to let her go (and grow).
I know this. I know that I can not protect her from everything and God has constant watch. Regardless of my proximity, "His will be done". I came to terms with this sleepover and said a silent prayer.
As I was coming to terms with this, the girls were weighing their options.
As it turned out, apparently His will was for her friend to stay the night with us and I was able to rest easier for one more night.
(Make up and tiara's. Does it get any girlier than this?)
Mr. B enjoyed playing with the girls. Well, that is, until they tried putting make up on him. Once that happened he let out screams that would wake the living dead. I thought that something very very bad had happened. Maybe even aliens trying to abduct him from our very own home.
Luckily, no aliens, just girls armed with make up. Screaming because of make-up. Does it get any more boyish than that? I don't think so!
Saturday evening we had a family get together. My mother's side came to our house to enjoy Italian food AND each other's company.
Prior to my extended family arriving, my sister and I decided to show off our mad dancing (and singing) skillz to our parents. Folks, let me just say "we are awesome". I mean, I hate to brag and all, but there is just no way around it.
We got back to our roots with the "American Trilogy" from Elvis and we rounded it on out with MIA-"Paper Planes". What can I say? We are diverse.
I think we left my parents wondering what went so wrong with us, so terribly wrong. They tried and all.......Once people started arriving we turned our attention elsewhere.
Lots of FOOD!
And my sister.....she has turned into quite the cook.
Let me explain. She has maintained that she DOES NOT COOK. And that even though married she WILL NOT COOK.
Did I mention that SHE DOES NOT COOK?
Well, do you know what? Come to find out.....she does!Exhibit A: Not just any chocolate cake. A chocolate cake made to resemble the Italian flag.
This is my sister's HOMEMADE cheesecake. That is right! Not store bought. Homemade. And we didn't really even follow the directions.
Culinary expertise, I tell you.
So to sum it up, this weekend was filled with food, fun and family. In my books it doesn't get any better than that!