We survived the birthday party. I had one mother RSVP at 7:30 on Friday night (the party was at 1:00 on Saturday) and I was not happy. I tried really hard to sound polite on the phone and not bite her head off. Then, I hightailed it to Target to buy another set of everything, since I had only bought enough for the girls that were coming.
Everyone seemed to have a good time at the party. Nine 7-year old girls are LOUD, though. They really enjoyed both "Musical Toenails" and "Put the Lipstick on the Daddy." They also liked the music and were able to sing along to most of the songs, so I must have picked good ones. (I will need to thank my niece for that, as she was my main helper.) A few girls said that it was the best party ever and I had one mother call me last night to say thank you, which was really sweet (and kind of made up for the other mother and her very late RSVP). I am planning to write up the party and submit it to http://www.birthdaypartyideas.com because they give away prizes for party submissions.
Sweet Pea did have a melt down at the party. We were having a fashion show at the end and Sweet Pea went first and one of the girls giggled, which Sweet Pea interpreted as laughing at her and she burst into tears and was really sad for the rest of her party (almost 30 minutes). After Sweet Pea "modeled" the girls kind of seemed to get the idea of the fashion show and were cheering for each other, which made things worse for Sweet Pea because she didn't understand why no one was cheering for her. I felt so bad for her. Finally, we put an end to the fashion show, got out the crayons from the beginning of the party and everyone colored until their parents came. Thankfully the other girls were good sports about that.
This morning at church I was talking to a friend (and my former choir director) that I haven't seen in a while (her son made his First Communion this morning) and she had seen some Facebook postings that the Husband had made about Sweet Pea. Both of her boys have ADD and she was telling me some things that did make me feel better. I told her about the moodiness that we're dealing with and the meltdowns and she said that she had that with her younger son, whose ADD is more significant. She said that for her son he would have these sensory overloads and would get ultra-focused on some little thing and then melt down. Because he is a boy, his melt downs were a little more temper-tantrum and violent, but they sound exactly like Sweet Pea's. She also told me that after two and a half days on medication her son was so much improved. She is someone who wouldn't just pass out pills to her children, so I really respect her opinion and that was good to hear. She also recommended a book that I'm getting ready to order from Amazon.
And now time for snarky-ness... Today was First Communion at church. I love First Communion and always cry*. I also love seeing all the little girls in their white dresses and veils. (Our church still has the requirement that girls have their head's covered for First Communion.) However, there's always one girl that is totally over the top. There's this family that goes to Sweet Pea's school that I don't like very much. They act like they rule the school, they are very cliquish with their friends, and are basically unkind to a lot of people. I dislike them because I've been made to feel like the unpopular girl in the 7th grade one too many times. Anyway, one of their girls had her First Communion today and she had a tiara on with her veil and it was HUGE. For those who are reading and are not Catholic, tiaras are not appropriate for church--this one looked to be the size that a bride might wear with her veil. I told the Husband about it when I got home and we both said that it was totally par for the course with this family--they had to do something "sparkle" a little more than everyone else today. Her dress also had a hoop skirt and it was funny to watch the little boy next to her as he kept shoving her dress back towards her.
*I also cry at confirmation, baptisms, a large part of the Easter Vigil and frequently during the Homily--I cry a lot at church.
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