Party!

We have a big family. A really big family.

My mom was born the fifth of twelve children. Of those twelve, nine are still living.

I have lots and lots of cousins.

And those cousins have lots and lots of kids.

We had a party at my house this weekend for Olivia's birthday, which is actually not until next Saturday. But because her cousin Jaxon's birthday was Friday and my cousin's daughter, Sabella's birthday was Wednesday, we decided to have the party this past Saturday and celebrate all three birthdays.

The kidlets turned three, four and five. It was a madhouse.

It was awesome.

It was the first we've had a real party since we moved into our new house. There were so many people.

Everyone was loud and friendly and there were presents everywhere!

But of all the presents, one was the very best. At least as far as Olivia is concerned.

It wasn't the first present she opened, but it was the last (there were still more to be opened but she couldn't possibly have cared less.)

It was a Rapunzel wig from the new, upcoming Disney movie.

And the minute Olivia opened it, she was in love. She immediately need to wear that wig. The hair hangs to her knees and she adores it.

My mom also got her the dress, gloves, shoes and Barbie that go along with the wig.

Olivia was in little girl Princess heaven. She wore that dress and wig all evening long, strutting around, her hands on her hips or in the air like a prissy little princess. It was adorable. And a little disconcerting. Where did she pick up mannerisms like that?

I'm not sure but I think they might just be part her genetic make up.

Who knows?

I figure she'll wear that wig until it's a disgusting tangled mess and then...we'll throw it away and get her a new one.

Hey, plus side? When she's wearing the wig? She isn't pulling her own hair out. Anything that does that? Is awesome in my book.