Ain’t it great? Our little monkey turned 8?

As has become our bizarre custom, each of our kids has multiple birthday parties, differentiated by both age and nationality. As is the custom in Brazil, children’s birthday parties are simply an excuse for adults to hire someone to keep the little tykes distracted while the the women gossip and everyone drinks too much. The kid’s being half American, we somehow feel compelled to also throw a party just for the little ones. Since even the tamest of Brazilian parties often spook or even scare those of tamer nationalities, we always felt an obligation to separate these audiences. And there you go: three parties (at least) for each kid (American, Brazilian and “kiddie”).Last Saturday (July 19th), we celebrated Emily’s eighth birthday with a barbeque for (predominantly) Americans (and their kids). Although B thinks she invited folks to come at 14:00, we were a bit concerned until everyone showed up at 15:00. The wine didn’t start really flowing until 21:00 or so, with everyone heading home around midnight (many of us manifesting significantly less dexterity than when the festivities began {if you know what I mean}).As you can see by the dirty feet and bruised shins, Emily had an exhausting day, succumbing to charms of Morpheus around 23:30. If she wants to keep up with the parties we’ll be attending in Brazil next month, she will need to work on her endurance (parties there don’t start until midnight!).By the way, am I the only one that finds Emily’s propensity to sleep with her feet in the air mildy odd?