Fun Games we play

In our house we love playing fun games. My favorite is: you can only afford one, housekeeper or chef? Which one would it be and why? This week, I definitely am thinking chef, but that could change at any minute. 

So since the little Miss and I have implemented tea time, we have been pondering if we need a butler. Would it enhance our tea experience? The last time I looked in the tin can buried in the backyard we cannot even afford one of these so I think our dreams might be on hold:

But I have a very clever girl who is really good using the resources at her disposal. She has made a pretty good argument to Liam why he would want to put on his finest suit and serve his mother and sister. She raised the point that Liam needs to think of his future. I am not quite sure if that means a future as a butler or an implied threat. 

New Traditions

Having a little girl is so much fun. I highly recommend it. So since my Southern Belle has been given the taste of a tea party, we have added it to our bi-weekly line up. Twice a week, M&M and I break out the good china and sip exotic teas. I get to hear all the juicy gossip of my sweet baby girl's hope, dreams and ambitions. Sometimes, we butt heads and cannot be but two very different people. She loves fruit teas. I believe anyone who loves fruit in their tea or coffee is an abomination. It is quite simple as that and why yes I might forever look down upon you as being a fruit in the tea kind of person. I love my daughter so I excuse her on the grounds she is 6 (or almost 6). 

Southern Belle in the making

My poor daughter, her inward Southern Belle has been stomped. She had a tea party to go to. She had been planning her outfit for weeks. She wanted to go dressed in all white including her hat and gloves. The gloves just had to be full length, nothing less would do. I told her we would shop for her tea party fineries after Easter. My inward tightwadness was hoping to score some sweet deals. But as we quickly approached Easter, I discovered something, no one around here carries little girls Easter hats i.e. tea party appropriate hats let alone little white gloves. You could forget the full length little white gloves. (I sure in the heck was not going to point out to the little Miss M&M that she was creating a faux pax by wearing long length gloves to an afternoon tea, but I guess that is what the follies of youth are for). We finally at the very last minute found a hat for her to wear although it had pink in it. She did not stop scowling at me for an hour. I cannot wait for her to become a teenager.