We had 8 kids here today. Two of them were ours, and while there were a few tears, and lots of screaming, I think most of it was happy screaming.
I may have to steal the Nerf gun Tate got, though, or at least modify it so he can pull the pump on it.
The place is NOT a total shambles, and there’s only a little bit of Oreo cake on the carpet. Pin the tail on the donkey is still fun for the kids under the age of 10. Arwen (on her third trip through being 10) did pretty well, too.
I decorated (not my forte) and generally stayed outta the way when kids played, and tried to not get the same headache I had yesterday.
Best moment: Tate rushing into the house announcing “I hafta poo!” and jumping onto the toilet. Okay, he made it. Great. I stuck my head around the door, and asked if he’d need any help when he’s done, and he said “Nah… Because I’m four now.”
Wish more of life was that obvious.