Anna's Adventure in Wonderland
For Anna's eleventh birthday, we held a Mad Hatter's Tea party.
It was a great time of year to do this because everyone has their Valentine's decor out. Score, me. It all went with a Queen of Hearts theme.
Sometimes my creativity astounds me.
Of course, I'm pretty easily impressed.
I spent a few weeks collecting tea cups from Goodwill. I haunted them. The Goodwills, not the tea cups. She had 17 guests, so it took a while. Everyone got to go home with their tea cup. Of course, we let them get all attached to the cup they loved the most, then after lulling them into a false sense of security, we let them read a note that had been taped to the bottom of their chairs. The notes said things like, "trade with the blondest girl," or "the girl with the biggest feet," or "your hostess."
Everyone wore their best hat. Or, it's off with your head, you know.
We had a doormouse in a teapot, and a rabbit in a waistcoat. Ok, the rabbit was pink, not white. I tried to bleach him. Didn't work.
We also served hot cocoa along with our tea. We had sugar cubes and marshmallows in wine goblets.
Everyone drew Wonderland names out of a hat. So, we called each other things like Peculiar Crumpet, and Confused Tortoise, and Saucy Caterpillar. Please pass a cup of sugar, Toasty Pansy. Why, thank you, Sassy Walrus, don't mind if I do.
Then we played Chubby White Rabbit. (You know? Instead of Chubby Bunny?)
Helenka won Best Hat. When she came, it was just a hat. When she left, she had most of my silverware, the centerpiece, a glue stick, a doormouse, and a collection of marshmallows in it. I probably should have checked it for my purse, any overdue library books, and maybe the dog.
And we did. Eat it, I mean. We also sung Happy UnBirthday to everyone instead of Happy Birthday to Anna. But she got to blow out the candles. Marzipan mushrooms...the only ones she'll eat.
I apologize to all the moms whose kids woke up with stomach aches. It seems the ratio of tea to sugar cubes was quite askew all night. Ahem.
Happy Birthday, Roo! Now stop getting older! I mean it, this is ridiculous. I won't have it, this age thing, I simply won't have it.
Love, Mommy.
It was a great time of year to do this because everyone has their Valentine's decor out. Score, me. It all went with a Queen of Hearts theme.
Sometimes my creativity astounds me.
Of course, I'm pretty easily impressed.
I spent a few weeks collecting tea cups from Goodwill. I haunted them. The Goodwills, not the tea cups. She had 17 guests, so it took a while. Everyone got to go home with their tea cup. Of course, we let them get all attached to the cup they loved the most, then after lulling them into a false sense of security, we let them read a note that had been taped to the bottom of their chairs. The notes said things like, "trade with the blondest girl," or "the girl with the biggest feet," or "your hostess."
Everyone wore their best hat. Or, it's off with your head, you know.
We had a doormouse in a teapot, and a rabbit in a waistcoat. Ok, the rabbit was pink, not white. I tried to bleach him. Didn't work.
We also served hot cocoa along with our tea. We had sugar cubes and marshmallows in wine goblets.
Everyone drew Wonderland names out of a hat. So, we called each other things like Peculiar Crumpet, and Confused Tortoise, and Saucy Caterpillar. Please pass a cup of sugar, Toasty Pansy. Why, thank you, Sassy Walrus, don't mind if I do.
Then we played Chubby White Rabbit. (You know? Instead of Chubby Bunny?)
Helenka won Best Hat. When she came, it was just a hat. When she left, she had most of my silverware, the centerpiece, a glue stick, a doormouse, and a collection of marshmallows in it. I probably should have checked it for my purse, any overdue library books, and maybe the dog.
And we did. Eat it, I mean. We also sung Happy UnBirthday to everyone instead of Happy Birthday to Anna. But she got to blow out the candles. Marzipan mushrooms...the only ones she'll eat.
I apologize to all the moms whose kids woke up with stomach aches. It seems the ratio of tea to sugar cubes was quite askew all night. Ahem.
Happy Birthday, Roo! Now stop getting older! I mean it, this is ridiculous. I won't have it, this age thing, I simply won't have it.
Love, Mommy.
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