I survived hell weekend

It's a special hell, but hell all the same. My youngest two daughters have birthdays one day apart. I have my little one to blame for that, being all impatient as she is, showing up a full three weeks early, being born the day before her sister's birthday. I remember stopping at the store on the way home from the hospital, my husband going inside to buy Kimberly a cake. We had taken her to Magic Mountian the weekend before in lieu of a birthday party, but even then we still thought the impending birth was a week away. I was scheduled to be induced a week later. I had labored only 6 hours with Kimberly and we lived 45 minutes away from the hospital, I was deathly afraid of giving birth to Tiff on the side of the freeway somewhere, so my doctor had agreed to induce me at 38 weeks. Well ya, Tiff has her own way of doing things, and 37 weeks it was.

So this past weekend I had a party for Tiff on Saturday and a party for Kimberly on Sunday. Two sets of invitations to send out. Two pinatas. Two cakes. Cleaning the house twice. I have to say it all went pretty well. A storm decided to show up in the middle of Tiff's party and I had to get all the kids out of the pool a little earlier than planned. Since we couldn't do the pinata outside, I ended up shaking all the candy out on my living room floor. All the kids were happy though, and that's all that matters. Tiff wanted a dog themed party, and a bone shaped cake. Since I'm not ready to play amatuer pastry chef, I made cupcakes and formed a bone shape out of them. Kimberly wanted a beach theme and I made the cutest cupcakes with brown sugar sand and beach themed buttons on top. I'll post some pictures soon, but I haven't uploaded them to the computer yet. I wanted to get on here and write because it's been days since I last posted, but I've been a little busy. Now you know why.