Saturday night was the Holly Ball for Mathews High School students. Based on Son Sam's desire to have a pre- and post-Holly Ball gathering at my house, I needed to have the place at least looking like it was ready for Christmas. Above is the artificial tree I've battled since Sam was two years old. Since this is a PG-rated blog, I won't go into the words that were hurled forth into the universe trying to get this thing up from the basement, assembled and decorated. You're welcome.
Below is the also-decorated dining room where Sam, his friend Dillon and their dates ate rather than going out somewhere.
(Guess who did the cooking?)
While I was cooking, Sam's date Kelly helped with Daughter Maria's makeup.
By the way, this is the first time 15-year-old Maria has allowed anyone to make her up for a dance. Although I've asked in the past, she was quick to show me the hand and shake her head vehemently.
This time, however, she agreed to it. (Thank you again, Kelly.)
|I adore this girl. |
(Her brother too.)
|Maria, Sam, Sam's date/friend Kelly and Sam's friend Dillon, whose date had not yet arrived.|
|Kelly ran cross country with Daughter; she and Dillon both play soccer.|
|Daughter's date Justin also ran cross country and broke more than a few records this year.|
|Dillon and his gorgeous date Ginna|
|Our lovely neighbors Sabrina and Robyn Barrack|
stopped by to take Daughter and Date out to dinner.
They went to Richardson's.
|I just love this picture.|
|My two favorite people. (Dimples, anyone?)|
|There's so much I could say about this. It's as if they're trying to be good, but there's|
a little twinkle in their eyes. Like they're already fast forwarding to the post-dance gathering in my
basement, an event that lasted until HAS IT ENDED YET?
|Dinner for the seniors|
We all survived the Holly Ball.