The craft table is buried in the flotsam and jetsam of fun.
Crafting the night away with seven little girls, one tiny baby and one little boy otherwise known as The Crown Prince of Fairyland... ah, wings and paint and glitter, oh my!
The little masks smell like a gas station so KL and I (yes, I had an adult on my team. The I.G. and the Eng-Gen-Eer took big boys to town for a movie... like wise men, really) let the girls glue flower petals all over the masks but we will not be wearing them. What is it with the plastic that smells like gasoline? Yuck.
I just finished making blueberry muffins, otherwise known as fairy cakes. The girls stayed up until almost 1:00 a.m. Now they are all watching Ella Enchanted while drinking homemade hot chocolate and inhaling the muffins. If the EGE doesn't come downstairs soon the breakfast will all be eaten by the dainty ones.