Often when the rhythm of life changes to a happy hum, I turn back to a raising small kids favorite. The carpet party.
When I feel the subtle change of season pull me forward. I turn a cold stubborn shoulder to 'Father Time' tell him to hold it just a second...
I'm not yet done with my motherin' and he's gonna have to wait out my presence.
I still have these babies under my roof for a bit longer, you see. They are still on loan for a while, to ME.
When I am feeling sentimental and don't want to let go of my grasp, I head for the tried and true.
The carpet party is one of them.
It can be outside with blankets or inside with pillows. It is always on the floor, sitting. Plan on someone spilling something on you and stepping on your favorite snack and then when it happens, you can say to yourself, "Hey, I was planning on that, no biggie." Lets carry on...
Spring comes and life breathes deep a fetid return of green. Grass as carpet. Yes, toss your shag and your berber out da door girl. Hit the deep green for a carpet party galore.
Imaginations explode as we take the inside out. Inside OUT. Blankets and tea cups and snacks and books and sunglasses and shaddy umbrellas.
Dappled light and shiney hair take the focus from 'in there'. We celebrate the day sitting "Criss Cross". Yeah, if you want you can bring applesauce.
Even with my seemingly giant sized boys, I can announce a 'carpet party' and there is a look of relieved glee to make me smile. They still love it. If its raining outside we take blankets and fill the floor, toss a few packs of cards out for a game or two and eat popcorn and drink hot cocoa.
Note from the veteran 'carpet party crew', keep the fluffy dogs at bay. They can wreck a carpet party faster than any word you can say.
The grand carpet party is staple of Reeves life. Our life. Take a note from an old lady and throw a blanket down for a memory maker. Tis' Grand.
I love this! And totally get the don't invite the dog thing!
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