Let me break this down for you. I love tweenaged girls.
They giggle about the most adorable things and most of them involve puppies and horses and American Girl dolls. Seriously, they have no idea what's around the corner, do they? It's my favorite age so far.
When I agreed that my daughter could invite three of her school friends to celebrate her birthday overnight, I had no memory of what I was actually agreeing to. I forgot that four eleven year olds could eat gallons of food. I forgot that their dance off would last for hours. I forgot that they could stay awake until three am and then be up at the butt crack of dawn wanting breakfast and dancing... again. I forgot that one special little eleven year old would melt down in tears later that night when it all caught up with her. Ha!
Anyway, it was a really fun time for Ava and she survived. So did I. My man had to knock on her bedroom door a few times and tell them all to "settle down in there" and it totally reminded me of my sleepovers as a girl. (You know it was serious when the DAD was the one to say it.) Everything would hush for a few minutes and then someone would inevitably giggle and it would all start right back up again. Yeah.
(I didn't find that quite as adorable at two in the morning. Just saying.)
I put together a few cute ideas and I had several Instagram peeps ask me to share, so here they are! (And btw I am totally not a junk food mom so the fact that Ava requested tons of junk food items like bright orange cheeto puffs (shudder-what even are they? And how do they make them that color?) along with candies for ice cream sundaes and pizza and sugar cereal in the morning was completely opposite of what I would normally do. I just hoped nobody would throw up. (Thankfully, nobody did!)
It's so weird because Ava just got to join the middle school youth group at church this past weekend as they welcomed graduating fifth graders in, and I was having a moment. Our former babysitter (My kiddos FIRST babysitter, in fact) who is now married, is a leader there. Don't even get me started on the fact that she was Joe's age when she started babysitting my babies!!! We were hugging and trying not to get all emotional while Ava ran around and had a blast, totally ignorant of the passing of time.
I am learning to be brave and TRUST with my whole heart. If this speaks to you, you can purchase it here, in my shop.
In closing, one of my brave moments this year was joining a Seattle radio station's website and blogging weekly with a team of other moms. Last week I shared something close to my heart, here and I hope it deeply encourages you! (I post every Monday afternoon, and I'll be posting here again, later today. Stop by if you've got a minute!)