So after two days of complete fun, I’m pooped. We had happiness personified on Saturday, where we played and baked and played and ate pig stomach and made many jokes, and laughed till our bellies ached. On Sunday we had a lot of fun with a tea party Sunday morning with DudyMomma, a failed attempt at an impromptu nap, and a birthday party for Mom-Mom. We rounded out the night with a sleepy trip home and a round of screaming upon arrival thence. After two days of unparalleled fun, I think we’re all funned out. Ever had that happen? Its like eating too much of a delicious meal. It tasted SO GOOD while you were eating it, then your stomach realized what you’d done, and BAM! It lets you KNOW life ain’t gonna be pleasant for awhile since you overdid it.
Hopefully more adventures ensue… once we get our fun back in gear! I need to go find something funny to do. Maybe if I leave the peanut butter out, lid open, they’ll be like sharks. I can see it now: Sarah and Emma, circling the table, sniffing out the pungent odor, teeth bared! Then; WHAM! They go at that jar in a feeding frenzy!
(Can you tell I’ve gone slightly batty?)