Time for Tea!

A few shots from Miss Chatterbox's Tea Party last Sunday...

All set for Miss Chatterbox's Invitees

Some more seats and settings

Mix-n-Match tea sets and table settings

Pink is Miss Chatterbox's favorite color (can't you tell? LOL)

Sweets for my Sweet

The birthday cake

Literally, eye candies!

Sweets and more sweets!

Gorgeous cupcakes made my Ms. Lips...

... Eight of which ended up in Sweaty's tummy by the end of the day

Bags, shoes, dresses, and sweets... Every girl gotta have 'em!

Yes, time for tea indeed!

All the kids, including Miss Chatterbox, loved those nifty candles!

Uh huh, life is sooo hard... LOL

Miss Chatterbox got a bunny!

Look at that BIG smile!

We made a board where her friends could leave and decorate their messages

Some of the messages Miss Chatterbox's friends left for her

At the end of the day, spending your special day with your friends was what mattered most!

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Breakfast Fit For a Queen! (Wordless and (Not So) Wordless Wednesday)

Mommy:  Miss Chatterbox and I arrived in London, UK, yesterday.  Didn't get to take pictures yet, but hopefully today we will.  Here's one to start the day (it's 8am in the morning here)...

Miss Chatterbox's Breakfast in Bed (Fit for a Queen!)

Miss Chatterbox:  Will post more pictures later... if Mommy remembers to take one.  Ta-Da!

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Because I Didn't Think With My Head

This is a "poem," written by Miss Chatterbox that I think (!) was based on this song:

1,2,3,4,5
Once I caught a fish alive
6,7,8,9,10
But then I let him go again
Oh why did you let him go
Because he bit my finger so...

Translation:


1,2,3,4,5
Once I buy a bag I like
6,7,8,9,10
Then I sell it again.
Why did you sell it?
Because it didn't match my dress.
Why did you buy the dress before the bag in the same day?
Because I didn't think with my head.

By: Little Miss Chatterbox

I have a strong feeling that she's writing about me.

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Sweaty, the Mama Bear.

Yesterday night, I was in Miss Chatterbox room when I found this note on her desk.  It was a note addressed to her friend, Chloe.  Miss Chatterbox and Chloe have been friends since they were in preschool together three years ago, and my daughter has always considered Chloe her 'best-friend.'  

Until now, that is.

Translation:  

Dear Chloe, 

I am sorry.  But I know you like Annika, okay?

I will let you play and be her best friend.

I will find another be[st friend].

I know that I'm the Mommy, and I'm supposed to be all mature, level-headed, and all that.  But boy, did I want to kick Chloe's butt right that instance for hurting my little baby's feelings!!!  (Yeah, real mature there, Sweaty).

While my head realized that this was just a fact of life that my almost-seven years old daughter needed to learn to accept, my heart couldn't help but be broken for her too.  My 'mama-bear' instinct automatically kicked in... I wanted to protect her from anyone who hurt her, even if that someone was just another almost-seven year old pooper booger minx bumbledom little girl.  Knowing how children are, for all I know they're probably already back to being best-friends again by now.  But still...  it's difficult to see your child's feelings being hurt.

Well, as Mr. LA always said, he better get that shotgun ready because the day when I would tell him to shoot some boy's ass might come a lot sooner than I thought.  LOL. 

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