Merry's Birthday Party (fashionably belated)
Since my brain is fried from working on our website, tonight I thought I'd steal a bit from Martin's e-mail to his mother to share with all of you:
Merry
had a great party. Meredith [my dad] actually spent the night with all the
other kids at the McDaniel [my sister's] house, so we only had Merry and her three
friends Friday night. Such cute girls. Tellingly, they're all
first-borns, and they all seem sort of cut in the mold of Merry--mostly
quiet, even playing together, well-mannered, gentle kids. Merry asked
for a "mystery" theme, and she had the whole thing planned in her head
(uh, typical for her): start with a treasure hunt, play "Murder in the
Dark" (the parlor game), and watch That Darn Cat.
She made her own cake the day before, and the girls were very
impressed--one kept saying, "Merry, this is the best cake I've ever
had. I can't believe you made it!" Then they slept over, talking and
giggling until almost midnight.
Bea and Merry just came to the table with macaroni and cheese and peas that Merry prepared. It's funny how well any two of the girls get along at any time--but put them all together and you never know what will happen. Merry's got radio tuned to jazz and Bea is bopping around and she shovels noodles into her mouth. What a character. Last night she was trying to tell us something at the dinner table and I guess we were talking over her or interrupting, because she slammed her palm on the table and commanded, "Silence!" That got our attention.
--K out. Another week starts tomorrow and the couch is calling my name.
All the girls wore 1920s style hats |
Bea and Merry just came to the table with macaroni and cheese and peas that Merry prepared. It's funny how well any two of the girls get along at any time--but put them all together and you never know what will happen. Merry's got radio tuned to jazz and Bea is bopping around and she shovels noodles into her mouth. What a character. Last night she was trying to tell us something at the dinner table and I guess we were talking over her or interrupting, because she slammed her palm on the table and commanded, "Silence!" That got our attention.
--K out. Another week starts tomorrow and the couch is calling my name.
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