Princess Tea Party


My friend Lindsay hosted a ‘Princess Tea Party’ for her, me, and my girls. We had wonderful finger foods: tuna fish sandwiches, hot tea, soup, home made bread, muffins, and brownies, and a beautiful table setting with fancy plates, teacups, pretty spoons, and a table runner [even had a candle!]. Shaya and Michaela dressed up like princesses for the tea, and then we did makeovers. We did make up and hairstyles, and wow, were we beautiful.

Lindsay and I did the girls’ hair and make up, and then let the girls fix their own. It was something to behold, but they had a wonderful time, putting every color of make up we owned on their faces at once!

Then, because we’re girls, too, Lindsay did my make up, and I did her hair, and it was like being a kid again, and I had a wonderful time! The girls were perfectly behaved, and the four of us were girlfriends, and not just friend, mother and daughters.

Shaya will be ten this month [have I mentioned that before? It’s surreal to have a tween in my house, complete with hormonal mood swings, hot flashes, and heart palpitations.] I feel like I’ve missed a lot with her, because I’ve spent so much of her life struggling with depression. But kids are amazing, and Shaya is no exception. She’s growing into a beautiful young lady, both inside and out, and I am in awe that God has blessed me with knowing her.

She dressed up like a rock star for school this morning [spirit week] so we did hair and makeup this morning, too. When she came home, she still had makeup on, and she looked a lot older than she is. There’s a reason we don’t do makeup in this family! She completely blew me away with how pretty she is [and I fully admit I’m biased].

Michaela was so sweet and ladylike tonight. She loved fixing her hair and doing her makeup, and even sat still the whole time Lindsay was curling it! She’s four, so that’s quite a feat! My girls are girlie girls through and through. Which is really kinda funny since I’m not sure where they get it. My ‘princess’ getup was jeans and a t-shirt over Steve’s under armor that I stole [because it’s freaking cold here! and I’m not giving them back until it’s at least fifty degrees outside!].

I noticed tonight that I’m starting to get some wrinkles. I guess I shouldn’t complain, I’m 34 and they’re just starting to become visible. I think I might need to see about getting some kind of moisturizer or something and see if I can keep them from getting any worse for a while, though.

But then, if I let them keep coming, I won’t get carded anymore. Not that I have much need anymore to go to a place where I would get carded. Still, I’m old enough now that it’s really flattering when someone says, “You don’t look old enough to have three kids.” That one is my absolute favorite.

With buying alcohol or cigarettes, there’s always the chance that the person really thinks you’re freaking old and they’re trying to be nice and ‘flatter the old person.’  With someone expressing shock that you’re old enough to have a bunch of kids, it feels more spontaneous and real, so it makes me soooooo happy to hear it! Yes, I’m shamelessly bragging like a fiend, now. Forgive me, it’s late.

So anyway, I had a great night with my girls and my friend Lindsay. Steve had a good night with Shannon and the boys [I think. They ate about a ton of pizza and played video games. That’s fun for guys, right?].

Now I’m freaking tired, though. I gotta sleep. Peace out.


About Shelbi

Work-at-home wife, mom of three kids, and caregiver for my brother, who has Cerebral Palsy. Never a dull moment, in other words. No idea how much I'll post, since I'm super busy these days, but maybe I'll get over here once in a while.

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