WELL, it was a dandy time. Sylvain brought a bottle of Scotch with his own custom label...it had something to do with a French/Scottish Alliance from days of yore? And something about a Roman wall?? I really don't know; all I know is that he commissioned me to decorate the bottle with "Gaelic Art," which I did with a sharpie marker in the car on the way there. I really wish I took a picture, because apparently the bottle was a hit!
When I was thinking about how to dress the family for a Scottish affair, the closest thing I could find were....sweaters. I know, totally lame, right? We might need to invest in a kilt for Daddy next year. Anyway, I put Sylvia in her adorable handmade sweater and cap from Mamie, which is really too small for her, but I can't part with it yet, so I force her to wear it every now and then. And since it was so sunny and warm out today, I didn't feel like wrestling her into her giant winter coat, so I was able to bust out this gem I found on clearance at Old Navy:
As soon as we got there, Addy shouted, "There's Sylvia!" and proceeded to touch and coddle and snuggle with the Nugget for as long as she could. Sylvia was totally spoiled by that sweet three year old! Addy is her new BFF:
Part of the festivities included a poetry contest, and Addy wrote (and read out loud in front of ALL the guests!) a remarkable poem, scribed by her uncle. Something about a cat, who shouted, and ran away, and then "got burned up." It was incredibly dramatic and sophisticated for a three year old, if you ask me. I won't complain if my daughter's BFF is a literary GENIUS!
We only planned to stay for a couple hours, but found ourselves leaving at 9:30, with a sleepy baby. I'm glad we brought her pajamas and her dou dou bunny, because she fell asleep in the car and we just dumped her in bed as soon as we got home. At one point during the party, I was getting a little worried about the time, and Sylvain reminded me that we both grew up falling asleep on a pile of coats when our parents took us out to their friends' houses. Parents do it all the time. No one will take us to jail for it. Sylvia and I both loved meeting lots of new people and hanging out with old friends. Isn't that what weekends are for? I almost forgot!