Monday, March 24, 2008

spinning upside down, Ill find the things they say just cant be found




Ah yes, the long-awaited picture of the 1st Annual CoG Boys Sleepover.

The Warrens had 19 girls at their house...we had 15 boys at ours. I am sure everyone is in agreement about who gets the pity. I had many looks of pity from parents picking up their man-children. We swept up about 2 chip bags worth of gunk when it was all over.

There was so much running inside and out and separate video game playing that we only got one shot of all (but Ralph) the boys together watching a movie. No painting of nails and hair-beading here.

I am feeling a whole lot better about my progeny not being the only ones in the world who are gross:
Boys will sleep ANYWHERE...even in crumbs, dog hair, and in very stinky clothing.
Boys will eat at ANY hour, not really caring in what state of being the food might be.
Boys will not bring fresh underwear, clothing, and toothbrushes. Why bother?

I must conclude on a positive note. There were numerous acts of chivalry from these gentleman:
Poor Abigail was here w/ the 15 (plus Sam) and was treated very well by all. She was finally overwhelmed by all the noise and hoopla and went upstairs, but not on account of any boy's rudeness or wrong-doing.
Chase, as our oldest boy in residence, was a kind and gracious help to me and the younger boys.
Almost all of the young men thanked us profusely w/out parental prompting!
Yes, since we are suckers, we will probably chaperone this event every year at the start of Spring Break...at your house.

3 comments:

Granny said...

LOL!!

Well, I'm sure the part at our house wasn't quite as crazy, but I still timed my hospital stay around it, getting home just as the last girls were getting picked up :-)

Kristen said...

I'll say the same thing I said to sis about her sleepover, "that is my farthest party", which in Beth-ese means, "ew!".

Papa said...

As the representative Father-figure at the All Girls Party, I can say w/ a certainty that I do not feel slighted at NOT being around the underwear challenged progeny of our church families. When the last girl left our house, the only tell-tale evidence that a party had indeed happened,was a lone bottle of nail polish (bright teal!) and one hair thingee.

Way to go Russells! Woo-hoo!