Last night, we had our annual Christmas party. This one makes 10 - we started the year we got engaged. But, you may say, it's not Christmas! Never fear - Tony has an answer for that. You see, January 6th is actually the 12th day of Christmas. It's the Epiphany, or the feast of the three kings. Since we couldn't fit our Christmas party in over Christmas break this year, we decided to have a "12th night" party instead. It worked out so well, we may decide to do it every year.
I made a king cake from scratch. It was pretty easy, but almost disastrous. Dummy that I am, I rolled the dough out on the oven that was preheating. The dough got warm and started tearing when I tried to fill it and transfer it to the pan. Thus, the icing instead of glaze. It was exceedingly ugly, but it tasted amazing. I especially love Andrew's sign warning about the plastic baby baked into the cake.
The party was a great chance to use my Christmas gift from my mother-in-law - a triple crock pot. I made buffalo chicken dip, plain chicken dip, and Tony did cocktail weenies. We love to entertain, so this was an awesome gift. Bonus - I can put meat in my big crock pot and cook three sides in this one and voila - dinner!
The weather for our party was amazing - around 60 degrees. It was a great chance to try out one of Tony's gifts as well - a new fire pit. He had an awesome fire roaring outside all evening. We had a great time. Around 35 of our friends dropped by to eat, drink and visit. The only bad thing about the 12th night party was that my Christmas decorations had to stay up an extra week. It's driving me crazy!After such a great party, we had a dramatic ending. Everyone left around 10:45 and we started cleaning up. Sophie was pretty much asleep, but the boys and Tony were picking up the basement while I put food away. Sophie decided to go downstairs with the boys. She was wearing footed pjs and was exhausted. Our basement steps are steep and wooden. Do you know where this is going? She walked down three steps, slipped, and tumbled head over heels down the other ten. I am so glad Tony was downstairs to get to her first, because I absolutely don't do blood. I grabbed the first aid kit and he put steri-strips over the gash in her forehead. We decided that she probably needed stitches. Off to the ER we headed. We got there at 11:30 and didn't get back home until 3:30 am. Four hours. Andrew and Aidan have earned the brothers of the year award for making it with us without complaining once. We waited for two and a half hours before being seen. Poor Sophie was exhausted and just wanted to sleep, but Tony and I kept trying to keep her awake in case she had a concussion. When she was finally seen, we discovered that she was very fortunate. Besides the gash in her head, the only things wrong were a busted bottom lip (she has one every week, it seems) and a scratch on her arm. Even better, the gash on her forehead was clean and could be glued back together rather than stitched. Sophie was such a trooper and so brave. She only cried when she first fell and when they were washing out her gash. Here she is right after we got home from the ER:
And here she is after we slept for a couple hours:
Talk about a scary experience! I guess that's what happens when you're the baby of three and the only girl - she's tough and she wants to keep up with the boys. I think I'm going to need thicker skin or some heart medication. I definitely need to put more in the health savings account for her!
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