Testing Flickr's new video capability.
It isn't the easiest thing to throw a party in another city, at someone else's house. Some might even say that I didn't, considering I showed up after all the prep was done and earned myself the "Fondon't Award", which I don't think has ever actually been awarded before...
My gracious and wonderful co-hosts put together a fantastic 10th Annual Family Fondue and I put together this totally awesome video to remember it by:
It should be said that there was only one light bulb with which to light my production. We need better art direction next year. (It's a step down from last year's video, featuring me making three whole Christmas cookies.)
I also tried to get everyone to kiss under the mistletoe and woke up the next morning with enough social remorse to last me until next year.
*said by the last party guest as they left the after, after party at 5:30am.
The past week has been mostly a shit show with a couple of really great moments thrown in. My mother was in the hospital with some heart issues early last week and it was frightening at first, then exhausting. When I received the news that she'd just been taken by ambulance, I fell into this creepy calm that always seems to overtake me during emergencies.
It reminded me of September 11th, when strangely, before calling anyone else, I dialed my florist to tell her that I was not in my office that morning, was alive and would, in fact, still need her services for my wedding the next month. That's just how my brain functions when I'm in shock.
My mother was able to be home for Thanksgiving and is thankfully recovering beautifully.
On the lighter side, we flew to Washington DC to spend the holiday with Nick's family. I got to see a very special friend, who I'll tell you about later and my sister took the train from NYC and met up for some quality Henry time and a little rock n roll.
And in a moment that will probably live on as his greatest, Nick was invited on stage, to rock with The Hold Steady.
The temperature dropped by about 40 degrees today and with Henry's nose running like a faucet (since last February, really) I kind of wanted to skip trick or treating. He refused to put his costume on and I'd given up, but Nick made one last attempt and finally we were on our way. On our way to one or two houses to beg for candy. I was certain that Henry would hate this adventure.
At the first house Henry tried to go inside. Naturally, he thought we were there for a visit. By the third house, kid had it down. Ring the bell, get candy. "Thank you", "Bye!"
We hit 20 houses.
This video is like one of those lame filler episodes of your favorite reality t.v. show. You only think it's a new episode, but then you realize it's a bunch of crap.
Here it is. Footage only a mother could love or maybe an aunt or two.
Henry handled the Happy Birthday song a little better this year. During his first birthday party, when the guests burst into song, Henry burst into tears. We practiced a couple rounds prior to the party and he was all smiles, but when it was show time Henry hid his face and put his head down on the table. Right at about the "Dear Henrrrryyyy" part of the song, he looked up, grabbed a cupcake and threw it at me.
Dora the Explorer, Henry's numero uno babe, was the party theme and we served grown-up tapas and toddler tapas. It felt so nice to have an apartment full of people again (although our Minneapolis friends don't drink nearly the amount of alcohol as our East coast comrades) and all the children played together so nicely. Except for one incident when fisticuffs came out over a toy.
It was caught on tape:
I walked into Henry's room this morning and saw that he'd set up a tea party. We've pretended to serve tea to Smelly Cow and baby doll before, but I thought this was pretty elaborate and impressive.
Here's a short vid of the actual tea serving. You'll notice Henry didn't wear pants to his party. (The White Trash creeps in and just like scary bathroom mold... you can't get rid of it.)