Party time

We were invited to a Disney themed party this evening, most of the kids (and some of the adults) dressed as Disney characters. It was complete with music, pizza, musical chairs and a costume contest. Daddy isn't back from his weekend trip yet, so I was flying solo with the kids. I knew E would absolutely love it, two of her favorite friends were hosting the party and so I wanted Mr N to have fun so we wouldn't have to leave early.

We were among the first to arrive, I was hoping getting there early the people would gradually arrive and not be so overwhelming. Mr N started playing with the balls and balloons and checking out the food tables. It took some redirecting to prevent him from touching all the caramel apples, the cake and trying to pry into the pizza boxes. As more people arrived Mr N lost interest in the food and was more interested in wandering around. Of course, by the time we started eating, he no longer cared about the food and didn't eat anything

Neither of the kids fully understood the strategy to musical chairs. Mr N didn't play the first round but hopped in a chair when the music started and successfully swiped someone's seat. I was pretty proud of him, even though he made a six year old cry. Next round he decided he'd prefer to be in charge and directed the other children to walk in circles around the chairs. Every few rounds he snagged a seat for himself, it was pretty cute. It wasn't a super competitive game and it was mostly chaos until the last few rounds, by that time most of the younger kids were just in and out of the game.

The party lasted until 7pm but we departed about 6, since both kids were tired and ready to go home. Mr N did surprisingly well with all the people and noise, I was so proud of him. He really has made such a drastic change in the last several months. I love that little man to the ends of the earth, I can't imagine my life without him.

Daddy is on his way home now, I'd guess he's about an hour out still. Unfortunately, he ran into a lot of traffic and didn't arrive home 4 hours ago like we expected. We must figure out a better alternative for these type of situations so he's not spending an extra 5 hours on the road. The kids are super excited to see him and are running circles in the house. Last night E told me that she has been watching out the windows every night waiting for Daddy to get home, even though we told her he wouldn't be home until Sunday night.