Sparkles

Phoebe has been counting down to her fifth birthday ever since she turned four. Longtime readers of this blog may remember that five is a magical birthday at our house because that's when you get your first official birthday party. She knows this and has been looking forward to her exciting event.

Sometime around March of this year we were talking about the possibility of moving during the summer. Phoebe asked if that was before or after her birthday. When she found out we might move a mere month before her much anticipated celebration, she was crestfallen. She has a tight group of friends here thanks to the co-op preschool and her dance class. She asked if we might hold her party before we move so her New Jersey friends could attend.

Since it was March and we didn't even know for sure if we were moving and summer seemed so far away, I said sure. Then, when we found out the move was happening, and because I obviously wasn't thinking clearly, I decided we should have the party the weekend before we move, because of course there's nothing else I should be doing with my time with just a few days before we need to vacate our house.

The party is tomorrow, the packers arrive on Tuesday morning. I've pretty much ignored any kind of moving preparation, working instead toward the party. That gives me about a day to get ready for moving. But don't worry, I haven't been totally unproductive. In the last four days I've made fourteen sparkly tutus and eight bow ties.

And that, my friends, is why my house, my children, and my dreams are covered in glitter.