Party Time!

Party time, y'all! Noa turned 7 last weekend! Despite all my efforts and endless suggestions of having the party at some really fun venue (art studio, cooking class, magic show, movies), Noa insisted on having her party at our apartment. "If we go somewhere to do something we won't have time to play!", she explained to me. The theme was Rock n' Roll Celebrity. Everyone came dressed as a famous rock star (whom Noa assigned prior to the party). We had Pink, Hannah Montana, Brittany, Gaga, Ke$ha, Sharpe from HSM, Michel Jackson and The Beeber. Noa was Taylor Swift. She had to have a wig. The first one we bought caused a major trauma because it didn't cover her hair. And she was right, poor Taylor looked like she could use a good dose of Rogaine. So we went and bought another one. This one was called the Angel Wig and it had long ringlets. However, when we bought it, we didn't realize how long and when Noa first tried it on the thing went down to her knees. After some consideration, Noa agreed that it could use a trim. So we chopped about a foot and a half so it fell mid chest. That seemed to satisfy her and she even wore it for the first hour of the party but it was really not very 'practique' so she shed it (haha) after that. Lili came as Katy Perry and looked fabulous with her bright blue wig (which I'm pretty sure is the wig that Noa wanted all along but Taylor would never!). The party was a huge success with lots of freeze dance, lip syncing, tattoos and a even a sunday bar. Lili and her friend Nara (a.k.a. Beyonce) helped a lot with the child wrangling and entertaining. It all would have been perfect except that earlier that day, Ethan had to take a trip to the emergency room. This is not a belated April Fool's joke. He had been sick for the week prior to the party and then about 2 days before, he started breaking out in spots. And he continued to break out until he was covered head to toe in these dark red blotches. He had an appointment to see a doctor the following monday and he had alrady seen one doctor on friday who said he didn't know what it was but it wasn't contagious (don't ask me how he knew that). However, Saturday morning (a.k.a. party day) he really was not looking to hot. I kindly explained to him that he really should go to Urgence and, in any event, he couldn't stay at the apartment and scare all the kids (and their parents). Long story short, he is fine now, just a virus that he had a bad reaction to. And as far as we know, it wasn't contagious. We hope.