Birthday Party Overload

One might say that three birthday parties in two days, at the same location, is a bit much. I was that person, until I saw the wreckless abondon that my girls enjoyed. Watching them interact with friends and jump into a pit of foam blocks (germ infested, I know) was priceless. The fact that my presence isn't really needed anymore doesn't make me sad. It makes me feel like a secret spy into their social networking. Elizabeth enjoys the physical activity and her "best friends" that happen to be boys. Emily relishes the sqeauling and giggling of the girls but isn't afraid to sweat. Of course the cake and ice cream along with the goodie bag is the favorite of both girls. Elizabeth scrapes every last crumb and shred of icing off the plate, while Emily rushes through her dessert in hopes that she can squeak out one more moment of play/social interaction with her friends. As I stand with the other moms and converse about which swim lessons are best, how many days in preschool make a difference, I'm secretly watching my sweet babies grow into big girls. Time flies when you're having fun...