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Archive for August 19th, 2008

Rachel and Lois asked to hold a church youth girls slumber party. to welcome the incoming 7th graders – including Hannah – into their tribe.  For some reason, I said “yes.”  The “party” part – yeah – I saw that.  The “slumber” part – ummm – I missed it.

Sixteen girls, plus Julia.  Most arrived in their swimsuits to invade the neighborhood pool.   Remarkably – with all the clothes and  junkola  scattered about, only one item was left – a really nice blue striped beach towel.  It’s my door prize if no one claims it.

Youngest in Hannah and Julia’s room for Make Up 101.  Hannah’s collection is less impressive than is Rachel’s (thankfully.)  They called Radio Disney often enough (estimated 200+ calls) that they actually made it on the air, as announced by the screaming herd of girls that crashed into our bedroom at 2 a.m. to shout about it.  Keith muttered “Daughters,” rolled back over, and promptly returned to sleep as I sat with the sheet clutched in my clenched fists and my heart pounding wildly, glad I took my bedtime blood perssure meds.


Dance, Dance Revolution for PS2 is the best money we ever spent.  Our game is about five years old and how the mats have lasted is beyond me.

Joey – one of my faves – stopped by for some Guitar Hero action.  Alas, poor Joey’s house was wrapped in the wee hours – imagine that.  Naturally, our high school girls knew nothing about it, sainted vessels that they are.  Joey is the pastor’s son, and I’m pretty sure that means whomever wrapped their house is going to hell.

While the high school girls were “somewhere” – the younger ones hid all their stuff in retalliation for not taking them along.  To wherever they went.  Ahem.

Throwing M&M’s into each other’s mouths – don’t say these girls aren’t skilled.  And many can vote next year!  What a comfort!

This coming weekend is Promotion Sunday at church where the kiddos move up a grade to match what they’ll do in school the next day.  For the incoming 7th graders, it’s especially meaningful as they leave the children’s department and move into Youth.   Our children’s minister started a neat tradition of parents collecting cards and notes of encouragement for their kiddos, to be given to them their last Sunday in the children’s department.  If you sent one to Hannah – thank you – she got hers on Sunday.  And no, she wouldn’t let me read them because, “Mom, they’re private!”  (sigh)  So I can’t find a pithy paragraph to share.  However, I made her this card, so I can darn well share that.

I scanned photos of Hannah through the years at church stuff and used Shutterfly to make her card.  We moved to San Antonio and joined Shearer Hills when she was barely four.  It’s a shame I didn’t have a picture of her licking the handrail of the balcony staircase, or bending over on the landing to flip her hem singing, “Shake Your Booty.”

Slumber parties are rights of passage – just like promoting into another grade.    Or trying make-up.  Or wrapping houses.  And as Keith and I hid out in our bedroom, watching snatches of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off- well, Ferris said it best.  “Life moves pretty fast.  If you don’t slow down and look around, you might miss it.”

Danke schoen, Ferris – you are so right!