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We have opened a new photography studio downtown and yesterday we held our ribbon-cutting. The studio is very small, and we were expecting around 150 bodies to show up to help celebrate and schmooz. When I opened my eyes yesterday morning after a long, mostly sleepless night with a teething, sick three-year old I saw clouds and heard... rain. Rain?! No, we CANNOT have rain. It has been sunny for two weeks, our party is today and we cannot have rain.


I suggested calling a voodoo priestess. Patrick tried the party rental store instead and ordered some pop-up tents and an outdoor heater.

The sun and the clouds took turns teasing us all day, but by party time it was sunny and glorious. Patrick made a very short speech into which he somehow managed to work a John Lennon quote. We ran out of wine and had to get more, a very good sign that we had even more people show up than we had anticipated. There was only one spill inside the studio, not caused by an inebriated guest but by the aforementioned beautifully dressed but very cranky Elizabeth. She loved the oportunity to wear a brand new, really fancy dress and eat chocolate-covered strawberries, but she was not pleased to share her daddy with "too many people!".

Isidore played his guitar and enjoyed his new plaid shoes. Several of his friends brought their parents. Aliana asked me to buy her a dress for the evening. *gasp* She also tried out dress shoes for the first time, and pronounced them uncomfortable. To avoid, in her words, a constellation of blisters, she abandoned them halfway through the evening and just played on the grass like a sensible girl.

I hate parties, and usually hide or stay very busy with something. This time though, I actually found things to talk to people about and enjoyed myself. Hmmm, I must be getting older.