Run With The Fishes

Ok, the whole month of August is gone. Where did it go? I”m pretty sure that yesterday it was just Zoey’s birthday. She turned 8 a few weeks ago. Didn’t I tell you? No? That’s because she’s the middle child. I’m trying to make sure she has a solid case of “Middle Child Syndrome“.

Since her birthday is in the summer, we decided to skip out having a big birthday bash this year*. Zoey opted to wait until a a few weeks after school started and invite some of her good friends over for a slumber party. Oh my goodness. If you want to really appreciate how smart and sometimes well mannered your child is, invite a bunch of their hoodlum friends over.

The girls had a fabulous time. On their way home each one talked about how it was the “best party I have been to in my life”. For me the party felt like 4 girls who never wanted to do the same thing at the same time. It went something like this.

“How about we make some cookies?”
“Cookies? YES!!”
“Oh man, we’re out of eggs. Anyone want to make eggless cookies?”
“Eggless cookies! Gross! That sounds DISGUSTING! We’re going to play.”

Zoey and I thought it would be a fun activity to make friendship bracelets. I found out that some 8 year olds have really short attention spans.

“Miss Anna**, How did you do that again?”
“Does it go like this Miss Anna?”
“I’m just going to do mine this way”
“Oh, Miss Anna yours looks so pretty, will YOU make mine that way?”

For dinner we made some bagle pizzas. 2 of the girls thought it was the weirdest thing they had ever heard of and flat out refused to eat them. So, not only did we not have cookies, but they didn’t eat dinner either.

When it was time to settle down, the girls turned into pre-teens and giggled and talked the night away. I overheard one of the girls talking about people making out. I wasn’t quite sure how to handle that. I mean, they are only 8. They should NOT be talking about this kind of stuff yet but I didn’t want to make it so taboo they really wanted to talk about it***. Instead of saying anything about it, I just stayed in the room with them until they all fell asleep.

Funniest thing to happen at the party: One of the girls let loose a major fart. The other 3 started acting grossed out so instead of getting embarrassed she rolled over like she was queen of the world and announced, “Farting is one of my most favorite things to do”.

*we did have small birthday festivities at my dad’s house on her birthday
** We moved from the midwest to the deep south. I don’t think I will ever get used to being called, “Miss Anna”.
*** Anyone have any good advice on how to handle stuff like this?