So the smoke has cleared, the dust has settled and I'm ready for bed. The party went very well. Owyn woke up from his nap just as the first people were arriving. Rhys has woken up a few minutes before that.
We had all of the food set up, though I ordered too few beans, so Grandad went and got us some more. Thank you very much Grandad. As people came in the kids peeled off to play while the parents started to congregate in the kitchen, of course. There were 28 people total.
We had several groups of friends who we invited. The largest was family. This includes blood, un-offical adoption and extremely close friends. The second group is neighbors. The third is friends from other places, day care and work, the unit. We performed introductions for those who didn't know each other, then mostly left them to their own devices.
Owyn was not nearly as enamored of the chaos this year. He wanted to eat, when he first got up. He had a plate full of chips, cheese and taco meat. After that he played, but not as hard as I expected. Some of the other boys were bigger this year, much faster and more wild. He had fun, and wore himself out though.
Rhys was ecstatic to see his "Yanna" (Gianna) and her parents. He and Gianna grew up together as she is the daughter of his first day care lady. He adores the entire family and was super happy to see them. He and Yanna were inseparable the entire day.
The odd thing about the party was that it was actually more relaxing than just having the two of them home with us all day. We could just entertain the adults and chat. The kids took care of each other. It was nice to just be able to catch up, as long as you didn't mind the yelling, screaming, laughing and shrieking in the back ground.
Some parents are better at letting the kids go than others. Some a little too good. When it came time for presents Owyn was in the middle of a scrum. He had plenty of help to get the paper off and one present was handed to me unwrapped. I don't think he cared, but it still shouldn't happen that way. He got all good presents, meaning things that he will play with or eat. Nana made him cookies. He and the other kids liked those a lot.
Everyone had fun, no one cried. We all got to catch up, eat some good food and drink some punch or beer or milk. The boys went to bed early and we will not be far behind. I call it a success.
We had all of the food set up, though I ordered too few beans, so Grandad went and got us some more. Thank you very much Grandad. As people came in the kids peeled off to play while the parents started to congregate in the kitchen, of course. There were 28 people total.
We had several groups of friends who we invited. The largest was family. This includes blood, un-offical adoption and extremely close friends. The second group is neighbors. The third is friends from other places, day care and work, the unit. We performed introductions for those who didn't know each other, then mostly left them to their own devices.
Owyn was not nearly as enamored of the chaos this year. He wanted to eat, when he first got up. He had a plate full of chips, cheese and taco meat. After that he played, but not as hard as I expected. Some of the other boys were bigger this year, much faster and more wild. He had fun, and wore himself out though.
Rhys was ecstatic to see his "Yanna" (Gianna) and her parents. He and Gianna grew up together as she is the daughter of his first day care lady. He adores the entire family and was super happy to see them. He and Yanna were inseparable the entire day.
The odd thing about the party was that it was actually more relaxing than just having the two of them home with us all day. We could just entertain the adults and chat. The kids took care of each other. It was nice to just be able to catch up, as long as you didn't mind the yelling, screaming, laughing and shrieking in the back ground.
Some parents are better at letting the kids go than others. Some a little too good. When it came time for presents Owyn was in the middle of a scrum. He had plenty of help to get the paper off and one present was handed to me unwrapped. I don't think he cared, but it still shouldn't happen that way. He got all good presents, meaning things that he will play with or eat. Nana made him cookies. He and the other kids liked those a lot.
Everyone had fun, no one cried. We all got to catch up, eat some good food and drink some punch or beer or milk. The boys went to bed early and we will not be far behind. I call it a success.
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