Rotley is dressing now for his birthday party, and the whiffs of cologne coming from the studio are delicious! Ruggles has pouted his way down the stairs three times, trying to get his cummerbund around a plump waist and his bow tie tied and his handkerchief folded.
The living room is decorated for Christmas for our little five-year-old, and the snow outside the window makes a perfect counterpoint to all the red and green and silver and white.
There is a large cake in the middle of the dining room table, and the chandelier above it is twined with ivy and holly, with hand-blown icicles hanging from it.
The candles are lit in the fire place, roses bloom from Thor's hothouse (Thor is getting ready next door and has been very anxious to see his darling BooBoo), and Rotley is calling Emma again for the fifteenth time in the past hour. Something about his vest popping a button.
Come one, come all, and celebrate with us! Rotley said yesterday that the best gift is a guest who feels welcome and cherished. Since Emma has prepared a wonderful array of party foods for both kits and parents, she hopes everyone who comes will feel that way.
Parents are invited, kits are invited, and the snow is sifting down!