But that didn't happen.
(As an aside, I have learned not to tell Ella about any plans for the future. She has no concept of time, so if I tell her she has a swimming lesson next week, she's "socks and shoes!" and standing at the door ready to go to the pool. That nap/party thing did happen, because in a moment of amateurish weakness over Memorial Day weekend, I told her, "After you take a nap, we're going to a party at your friend's house." It worked to get her into the crib, but then she just kept saying, "Friend's house, friend's house, friend's house." Even when I told her that her friend was napping so she could grow big and strong, so she couldn't play yet. Also, just in case you're wondering, it's silly to mention watermelon if you're not 100% sure that there is watermelon available immediately.)
As with any party, you expect there to be a certain amount of attrition for a playgroup. Kids get sick or tired or impossible-to-be-with-and-not-fit-for-company. It happens. You also expect people to be fashionably late. Or she's-still-napping late, or we-had-to-change-a-diaper-again late, or I-couldn't-find-matching-shoes late. It happens.
For a little while, after I set up the juice boxes, pretzels, watermelon and water bottles, I thought maybe no one was coming.
Ella and I went into the backyard to blow bubbles while I watched the door (she had been standing at it saying, "friends!" at one point, pointing and saying, "people!" because the painters working on the house across the street were standing on the sidewalk). I wondered what the chances were that she would forget that I told her her friends were coming over, if no one did.
I decided we should do what any good hostess would do while contemplating the party-that-wasn't.
We started drinking.
|This is good stuff, Mommy! I don't care who comes over, can I have more juice?|
|Look, guys! I have a car with a screwdriver and a wrench, and it sings! And blocks! And drums! And drumsticks! Oh, wait. The mommies hid the drumsticks...|
|Ella and Bella took turns pushing the grocery cart. I wish I had a video of Bella stopping and saying, "It's your turn to push the cart, Ella."|
|Ella was having even more fun than usual running through the house, which generally involves making a sound something like what you hear when you talk into a spinning fan and your voice warbles "running! running! running!"|
|I'll just lie here while you try to figure out what to do with those stickers and books. I'm sure you'll figure it out. I'm in no rush.|