We had Madelyn's birthday party on a Sunday. Remember my original plan for a small party? How does 27 people (plus us) grab ya? Ah, I'm not complaining. The first 20 were family. Seven sounds practically rational.
As Mad had napped earlier in the day (whew!), she had a lovely time and was pleasant to all. When Luke Skywalker dared to walk away with the stool from her art desk, she simply said, "No pwease," and it was returned immediately. Yes, Lukie may still be traumatized from his own birthday party the day before (they're birthday mates... someday Heather and I will just combine our efforts), when he dared to sit in his own car with Mad. She screamed so long and loud that I took her on a walk and then a drive. I pondered calling Tom from my car and telling him to just meet me at home until I realized that my phone... and purse... were still back at the party.
***Note to self, maybe save those no-nap-having, first-haircut-getting, my-new-bed days for weekends when everyone isn't having parties.
When it was time to open presents, Madelyn was at her art desk drawing furiously. I wasn't sure she'd come over to open presents, since she still doesn't really care about them. However, she does care about bows.