High Tea with Princesses.

 Today is Chloe's birthday party.
Today is Chloe's PRINCESS birthday party.
Which means you have to dress up like a princess and sometimes talk in british accents.
Six wonderful friends came over and excitement ran high.

The unwrapping of the beautiful gifts was a thing of wonder.

"To Sweet Princess Chloe."
And one thoughtful friend made her a
 (well, I suppose her mother made it. I'm sure she helped.)
big blanket that all the friends signed with sweet notes
that she can take with her to Thailand and treasure forever.

She would never say so, 
but her friends tell us that she is quite the artist.

The signing of the blanket.

Sweet Party Details:

There was a treasure hunt
which brought all the children to Chloe's Favorite Place.

Her little Place cut out from three pine trees 
with a floor of pine needles 
and walls of branches
and a ceiling of the tips of trees and blue sky.

High Tea was prepared for the Tired and Hot.

"Sugar and spice and everything nice . . . 
That's what little girls are made of."

It was basically a fairy - tale world.

Even the Stuffed Pets got special seats.

Chloe spent her morning preparing the Place.

Arriving from their Treasure Hunt. . . 

It looks like hot tea, 
but it was actually cold tea.
Not hot.
Moving on.

We had the most pleasant time chatting 
about wisdom teeth and all sorts of exciting things
 and sipping tea .

It was decided, unanimously, that they were all princesses.
Except for Carson, who was a prince.
He was asked whether he's ever saved Chloe
from a dragon.
I'm sure the noble boy would've if there would be any remaining.
There was a bit of a argument discussion over whether
I was the Queen, or their maid
but then someone cleverly pointed out that Queen's do NOT serve princesses,
I was the maid.

Whoever says boys can't have tea parties 
obviously never met Carson the Awesome.

Michael the Butler was our entertainment for Tea,
and being chased around the table was one of his least talents.

The Chlo, in all her glory.

And when she rose, 
they all rose.
(after I explained that they should.)

                                              The End.
                                  (Isn't that what you say after a fairytale story?)



Everything in Between.

My goodness.
It's good to be back.
Because I'm all out of words, 
and pictures have been demanded, 
Here is a long blog post about 
. . . 
Nothing in Particular.

The pictures will not be in order, 
and I will ramble.
Just a warning before plunging in.

I am so excited to see family again next week.
And if you've never tried thumbprint drawing, 
You just should.

And seeing these two wonderful people 
get married.

Oh, the endless possibilities when father is slumberizing.

"If I'm honest I have to tell you I still read fairy tales
and I like them best of all."

Oh, you know those exercise movies on airplane screens
 that everyone knows no one is really supposed to do?
Our brothers didn't quite get that memo.

When asked 
"In what year did (Enter famous basketball player's name)
make the most goals  hoops "
you probably don't want to guess what Monica and I did.

Caption this picture and comment your entries.
It would amuse me greatly.

Taxis in London are the best ever.
 Listen to"Still, my Soul be Still" by Keith and Krystin Getty.

I'm pretty sure they really actually like each other . . .

(Can you see this without singing
"London Bridge is falling down . . . " ?)

Israel is . . . Israel, and will be forever more until the end of time.

They are pretty cool people. 
And they match.

When Israel gives you a flower, you smile.
But when Israel gives you a red flower from on top of ancient ruins in Israel 
by throwing them down to you,
smiling is minor.

That blur is Michael taken by the Chlo
 in a spontaneous photoshoot by the two of them.

Fake smiles?
What are you even talking about?

(Monica, currently am sipping the tea you got me in Europe as I type.
Well, maybe not as I type, cause I'm not super good at multi tasking,
but you get the idea.)

Children at heart who take
 every opportunity to climb onto tables,
or responsible adults who do whatever it takes to fix a lightbulb?
You choose.

Caption this picture yourself. 

Ah, Memories . . .

Double rainbow in the backyard this evening.
I almost went searching for leprechauns and a pot of gold;
it was that close.

 ~ Psalm 46 ~

 Signing off,
C. Celise. B.