In retrospect, you guys, Dorothy was so sweet and subdued at our local library's American Girl party a a couple weeks ago because she was coming down with strep throat. My deepest apologies to everyone we encountered, especially because there were snacks and drinks and communal art supplies. I DIDN'T KNOW, you guys. Dorothy HATES HATES HATES strep tests and throat swabs, so she suffers in silence when she has a sore throat. I thought she was quiet and pale on that Saturday-- the day of the party-- but I didn't really question it too much because we were busy as always with a million places to be. Then on Sunday we stayed in and cleaned the house and everyone was cooped up and crabby, her no more than he next kid. When I was reading to Dorothy and Cooper at bedtime, though, I noticed that she felt a little warm. Then I noticed that she couldn't swallow without wincing. Then she told me her tummy hurt. And the rest is history. (Lucky Harry had a psychiatrist appointment in the same building, so he got to spend the last Monday morning in January at the doctor with his baby sister. And then I was so over driving everyone around that I got them both ice cream and garbage for lunch at Culvers that I demanded they eat before the other kids got home. And then I went to work for 6 hours as soon as Ben walked through the door. I AM THE BEST).
But! Before all of that happened, Dorothy and her 2 favorite dolls and I (it was really hard to get her to narrow her choices down to 2. I wasn't about to press my luck and insist that she choose just one) hit up the library for an American Girl party! it was so simple and sweet that I am for sure stealing all of the ideas and using them for her birthday party next year when she turns 6 because 5 is already figured out already.
She looked hard for the fanciest dress is her closet and I think totally nailed it.
She made a mini birthday cake from an LED candle.