The Master Chef
The kidlets
OK, Buttercup, I'm embarrassed for you.
Is it just me, or do we all look gross and chubby devouring "small" portions of mash potatoes while Z glows like a supermodel?!
On to the fondue. Becoming a wonderful tradition.
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Glow sticks and unsupervised hot tub time for the kids about 3 hours past normal bed time, essentially an awesome kid rave.
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Sav's long lost relative. They share many of the same mannerisms.
Post pinata. Ok, now I'm embarrassed for myself.
1 comment:
..........and to finish with a fantastic party.
Like the fancy hat, embarrassed ???????
have you seen my blog recently???????
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