Kids. I'm talking about kids.
Hubby and I had our 2nd Holiday party of the season to attend last night. Actually, as I've mentioned before, we were co-hosts of this party, but it was actually held at our friends' home. Including the 2 hosting couples, we were expecting a small crowd totalling 12 people. A good sized party, we thought. But would we have enough food?
In a word - yes. Why, you ask? Because:
One couple cancelled because their babysitter fell sick and, beyond that, their 5 months old daughter has been teething for the last few days and was constantly screaming like a little banshee (therefore they refused our offer to just come anyway and bring the kids along).
One couple cancelled because their son was slightly under the weather and wanted to go to a birthday party the next day - so the whole family decided to lay low last night, thus cancelling on the adult party in favor of attending the kids party today.
One couple cancelled because their daughter fell and split her lip just before they were to leave. Their daughter is fine, but the whole event, plus knowing the long drive it would be to the party and home again late, put a stress on the little family that they just didn't want to have to deal with anymore. Understandable, but a shame that they didn't come.
So that left Hubby and I showing up at our friends house 15 minutes before the 6pm party was to begin - and the one and only couple left that we were expecting showing up just after 8pm (granted, they did call around 7:15 or so to apologize for being insanely late).
Before the 8pm couple arrived, the four of us gorged ourselves on chocolate fondue (with brownie bits, apples, strawberries and pound cake for the dippin' - we even went crazy and dipped bite sized chocolate eclairs. Yum!). We also had downed several crackers spread with chocolate goat cheese, half of the appetizer veggie pizza, some veggies and dip, and bread topped with warm spinach artichoke dip. Oh yeah, and we were half way through our 3rd bottle of wine by that point too.
Yes, we were drowning our pitiful loser party woes in yummy food and drink - so sue us.
Anyway, once that last couple showed up they took their own reasonably-sized samplings of food and wine before we moved into the living room to chat and relax. It was fun, but calm. Hubby and I were home just before midnight.
Sweetie, on the other hand, seems to have had a fabulous time at Nana and Papa Dave's decorating party (not really a party, just Sweetie helping them decorate their tree). She watched a Christmas special, had pancakes for dinner, watched her favorite parts of the Cars DVD (the extras and the outtakes), and basically just had a blast. She slept well there overnight, with Curious George, Bunny, Elmo and Teddy at her side.
Nana's Teddy, that is. I think I've mentioned it here before, but Sweetie is now hip to the fact that there are 3 different Teddy's in her life (and not just one that magically travels from our house to each of her grandparents' houses). But that's okay. She doesn't seem at all traumatized by this. And Sweetie made sure that her home Teddy was all set up to have his own fun-time companionship while she was gone.
Not so sure Spoon! the cat is so happy about her little visitor, though. Oh well. It's the thought that counts.