So we've been incredibly busy around here lately. My family had a reunion, which means all my siblings showed up with their families. No Aunts, Uncles, or Grandparents for me, but let me tell you -- with just my family, we had I think 49 people, only 19 of which were adults. Crazy? You bet! Fun? Definitely. A lot of catching up? Not really. =) Some, but it definitely motivated me to call my siblings more. I loved seeing everyone -- can't tell you how much that meant -- but I don't know if I even got to have a good conversation with each of them in the three days and nights we were together. But wouldn't have missed it for anything.
I'm only going to focus on the second afternoon of the reunion because most of the people who'd be interested in the rest were there, lol. bu that second afternoon . . . WOW! It was a birthday, so to celebrate, my sister treated us all to a magical day of Harry Potter. It started in the morning with invitations delivered by owl (our family got a beautiful snowy owl named Jeberkerderker . . . well, a picture of it at least), even written on parchment in green ink. Later, the festivities started with a tasting contest of different ice creams, courtesty of Florean Fortestcue, followed by a visit to Honeydukes. A goblin had handed out 5 galleons to each person before so they could buy candy. Okay, can I just say my sister made everything here, cases, cards, everything (her family helped). Even the Every Flavor Beans were created by her, since she decided actually buying the real ones might not go over too well with the younger kids who can't appreciate getting centipede or vomit mixed in with their chocolate jelly beans.The grand finale of the Harry Potter day was a couple quiddich matches -- first with the younger kids, then with the older kids and adults. Wow. Again, my sister made all the brooms, including the one for the referee, found a sorting hat that really talked and sorted, set up the goal rings, had people fill water balloons for bludgers (beaters threw water balloons in this version), and came up with a snitch even (a small ball attached to someone's belt, with the person running in and out of the game). It was wild, crazy, full-contact, wet, tiring fun! Sorry to my neices and nephews I ran over and fought over the ball as a chaser, though I definitely preferred chasing to being keeper! But again, wow!! And I've got to admit I never thought I'd ever hear myself yell, "Go Slytherin!" But yes, blue brooms were Slytherin and red were Gryffindor.
And now we're trying to get back into our normal routines while I fall absolutely in love with a scrapbooking program my sister recommended for digital scrapbooking. =) Toodles!