Last year's party followed a volcano theme, but this year brought together a colorful conglomeration of rainbows, unicorns, and mermaids. My talented daughter baked a rainbow cake as beautiful as it was delicious, and the party progressed with no tears or tantrums until the one-year-old loudly objected to the presence of so many unexpected people and activities on her turf. Good thing there were grandparents around to lend a hand!
When not partying (or preparing to party or cleaning up after partying), we enjoyed some outdoor adventures--trimming trees and planting flowers around the house or hiking in some local parks, where the almost-three-year-old grandson correctly identified cardinals in the trees and jack-in-the-pulpit alongside the path. We looked at ducks and had a peanut-butter picnic and climbed on rocks and by the end of the day we went back home exhausted and slept like babies.
Now the party's over and I'm back in my quiet house sorting through the photos, which capture the color but not the raucous music, the blustery wind, or the frequent joyous laughter. But if I quiet my mind and listen closely, I can almost hear the echoes ringing in my ears--a sound that puts a song in my heart and a spring in my step as I march through a colorless, quiet week.
I love the curls. |
Helping Mommy plant flowers. |
If this were a cartoon character, what would it be running from? |
Rainbow sisters. |
An impromptu accordion lesson in the middle of the party. |
Tie-die time |
Giant bubbles |
Books! Books! Books! |
Rainbow cake! |
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