My birthday girls:
The requisite make-a-wish picture (yes, that is a pink feather boa on the table...):
And, finally, Vida all a-tangle in a balloon bouquet:
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And the following certainly warrants a separate post, but I want to put it in as close proximity to last weekend's pink joy as possible:
Congratulations miss bj & ob, you two lovelies.
11 comments:
How fun!!
And I want one of those pink feather boas!!
sygweb (growing up to become swans)
oh you pretties in pink and me so green with envy.
ehtdc=if i were a fly, a pink fly, with sweet tooth. . .
Gladys, I am so bringing that boa to the conference. And, Bino, I have an extra one, you know...
jxroxk!
I like Vida's pink tongue showing through the front tooth gap and the pink cupcake towers.
fpbiu - the sound the kid with the eyes closed made when helping blow out the candle
Poor thing--we're pretty sure she swallowed that tooth at In & Out Burger three weeks ago...
dylid (book 1 of the Tooth Fairy Treatise)
Oooh what a lovely idea. I know it's a Pink Party for the children but thank you for the inspiration and I shall now be having a Pink Icing Party before embarking upon my Pink Icing adventure across the water. Everyone looks like they're having fun there and I certainly hope you did too.....
That was one heck of a party!!! You failed to mention the amazing food! I can't remember EVER having that kind of food served to me at a party as a kid. It was always hot dogs and chips with store bought cake.
No pics of the kids tables tied with big pink tulle bows??? Mike's addition of the hot pink star garland was exceptional!
Um... tanie scares me just a little bit.
hhlwhhst (a stutterer trying to whistle)
omg. your girls are just the cutest!
Thank you miss cornshake!
Hey V!
I don't think I knew I had a biological clock until I started reading your blog.
Children aren't puppies. Children aren't puppies. Children aren't puppies...
Dammit, who am I kidding?!
I WANT ONE!!!!!
Thanks for the smiles...
Joots
Hiya joots! Yes, they are a little like puppies, but keep in mind, too, that my father routinely threatened to sell me to the first taker for one dollar. Once I had my own kids, I finally understood why...
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