Dad went to hang out with his brothers.
Isaac flew back to Texas for another ballet gig.
It was Thursday evening and there was nothing on the calendar.
I explained the whole thing to my brood of daughters and proclaimed a
To which, the two year old BOY child exclaimed,
"I don't want a girl's night! I wanna SWIM!"
Poor little boy, he will probably have to survive a few more girl's nights--
especially since he will have another sister soon.
We had macaroni and cheese because it was easy and quick and everyone loves it.
We had fancy, made-up hors d'oeuvers.
We put on our jammies and cuddled together on the couches while we watched a couple of chick flicks
and ate candy.
During the intermission, we treated each other to facials.
What a treat, to be a mother of girls.
|Me with my girls.|