Saturday’s party was billed as a shower but was more of a ‘coming out’ party.
Before the twins were born, everyone wanted to throw a shower for Katie and lots of people did but for my side of the family, it proved problematic. Schedules were impossible to coordinate and then the Holidays were upon us and it became even harder, so Plan B was implemented: we all chipped in and got Katie and Adam the much needed car seats for the girls and postponed the actual party until the girls would be big and healthy enough to come and meet everyone.
The party was held at my niece’s house.
She has worked for a local celebrity for years. They have a lake home not too far from town and now she’s the caretaker of the property, which includes a caretaker’s cottage. I use the term ‘cottage’ lightly. I have no idea how old the structure is but the place looks like every aspect of it was updated months ago. From the windows, French doors and tiled fireplace to the bathroom and kitchen fixtures, every detail was up to date and cutting along the bleeding edge of lake house fashion. I loved every detail! The cottage is at the street end of the property, with the big house and lake visible through the trees, several hundred yards away.
Some of the party guests wondered if it would be okay to walk the rest of the way up the drive to get a look at the lake. Our caretaker/hostess said “NO.” So we didn’t. No one wants to throw a spoke in this particular wheel.
The food was great: quiche and fresh fruit with mimosas.
Katie had come into town early in the day to get her hair cut. I played with the babies while this was going on and I got them into their party clothes.
It was a warm, sunny, perfect champion of a spring day.
Not all the ladies in the family could make it: some had prior commitments or live 2000 miles away but it was a good showing. We had a really good time and the girls acquitted themselves admirably. Despite being passed hand to hand by near total strangers for hours, they either smiled or dozed. They aren’t fussy babies.
We’ve noticed one difference between the two: Boop likes having her picture taken and Boopity doesn’t. The result, as you would expect, is more smiley photos of Boop, while Boopity is pulling a face next to her that would make Calvin proud. But Katie got a picture of Boopity smiling up at her on Saturday that is one of the cutest baby pictures I’ve ever seen. She may as well be saying “I’m ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille!”
After the party, several of the gals walked around the lake but by the time Katie and I got back to my house the girls were hungry so we fed them instead and spent the rest of the afternoon just playing with them on the porch.
Jay made us dinner and it was a perfect day.
Ty and Megan had planned to bring Xena and Babalouie over in the evening but plans changed at the rodeo Megan competed in earlier, so they missed a chance to hang out with me but they did acquire five new calves. Everyone has their own stuff.
Sunday, a bunch of us met over at Cedar Lake to look at a big, old, hundred year old mansion that was having an open house. We all loved the place. Although Cedar may be the only lake inside the city limits with actual shorefront property, this place wasn’t one of them. It did have gorgeous lake views from nearly every window in its impeccable three floors. Although the house did boast an up to the minute kitchen, the rest of the place was pure vintage and gorgeous. Hard wood floors throughout, stairways appearing out of nowhere, high ceilings, huge windows, built ins with leaded glass fronts and a beautiful attic with dormers and steps leading to each room.
The yard was small but well designed. There was nothing about the place any of us would change. If only we had $1,300,000.00.
Oh, down in the basement was a man hole cover on the floor. Turns out, that’s the door to the wine vault! I thought the room was a holdover from prohibition but Mom said it was more likely a fallout shelter. Either way, pretty cool. Although it smelled terrible down there.
Margy is in town till midweek, so…another really good excuse not to go upstairs and get some work done.
Although, let’s be honest: any excuse will do.