Sunday, May 11, 2008


Wow!! What was I thinking?!

Taylor coerced me into allowing a slumber party for her 9th birthday. We had a small gathering of 4 they call them a "gaggle" at that point? It seems to be an appropriate term. They ate pizza and soda. They had pillow fights and watched movies. We had a brief intermission to clean up the popcorn fight.
But, by midnight, they were settled in their bags for what I thought was a peaceful nights sleep...huh? At that point, Taylor broke out the Runts, Lemonheads and Swedish fish. It was all downhill from there. By 2:30 they had worn themselves out to a giggly stupor and eventually crashed. (Angels sing here)

One of her friends decorated the birthday envelope with priceless 9 year old curly ques and acronyms. (H.B. T.B.G) OHHH to be 9!! How fun was that? Do you remember? It made me teary. How fun to have friends, and sugar, and a stay up late; to giggle, play jokes, and stuff candy up your nose until the citric acid makes your eyes watery.

I'd go back to 9 or 10. 11 is pushing it. 12, 13, 14...a black abyss that shall neither be remembered or revisited.

HB TBG!! Thanks for the memories! : )


1 comment:

erin said...

I would KILL to be 9 again! How fun for TBG! Tell her Auntie Erin will throw her a bash next year, and then mama can take the night off. :) HB TBG...and thanks Mo for keeping up with your blog.

Thanks for the late night talks. LOVE YA!