





Yesterday had a fairly normal start-- kids up by 7, breakfast, out for a walk, back for lunch, down for nap by 11:30/12. And while they slept, a nice mama wrapped their gifts for the birthday girl, Audrie.
Then the partying began.
Bethany & Isaac's friend Audrie turned 3 and had an adorable Tangled party. It started with crown-decorating for all the little princes and princesses, but Audrie and Olive took to decorating Isaac instead. He loved it, and would have worn these stickers all day long.
While Isaac entertained the girls, Bethany made friends with Gabe. I love seeing the twins branch out and play with other friends and not feel like they have to cling to each other.

Abbie threw a great, great party! Didn’t miss a detail.

After Audrie's party, I then had an hour to get home, feed the kids dinner, wipe off some excess glitter, put them in bed, smooch Jared as we passed at the door, and take off for the next thing--Erin's goodbye party. We're all so sad to see Erin go, but we managed to soften the blow with a nonstop dance party topped with Pinkberry and our very own flash mob. Oh yes, that's what I said--our very. own. flash mob.
First was the hip hop dance class at Alvin Ailey. It was 2 hours of awesome. We finished with a dance-off, one side of the room versus the other.
BEFORE
We were so pumped from the class that the night could not possibly have ended there. On the way out we decided to get some Pinkberry. On the way there, we passed by the almost hidden entrance of the swanky Hudson Hotel and next thing I knew we were riding up its green escalators. We walked right through the lobby like we belonged there and followed the music into their private park, which was full of people who looked amazing and smelled really good (like they hadn't spent the last 2 hours in a dance class). Every single person looked famous, or like they were with someone famous. And then there was us crazies, practicing our hot new dance moves.
At some point during all this, someone mentioned the words flash mob, and soon enough we were all headed toward Columbus Circle, just a block away. We found a guy who looked like he could use a little excitement to snap a quick video of us dancing. He happily agreed. (Oh my, I can't believe I am putting this on the blog... Erin, this is for you! Please note that by this time I had forgotten most of the steps of our little routine.)
Finally, Pinkberry. And a Pinkberry toast.
To good friends and new adventures! Cheers!