Party ON!

This night...
It's now pretty late.  11:00 is late for starting a party at least, but that's exactly what I'm about to do.

Little Bugletts are tucked into bed
and steaming hot cocoa is awaiting a dollup of whipped cream and sprinkle of cinnamon.

Probably I should be tucked in for the night, but my beloved is away so bed is a bit lonely
and the crackling fire is more companionable than the dark.

I was thinking I would gather up a baby blanket I need to finish for this wee one
and sit in front of a movie that doesn't need my eyes riveted to the screen.
I was thinking Pride and Prejudice (the A&E version)
but put back in Roy Rogers the kids were earlier watching.

Roy Rogers and hot cocoa...

by glowing firelight and while working towards the finished end of a project. 
Does that not sound like a party?

Before I sign off to enjoy my party-of-one, I must brag a little.
Clayton Praise made this serving spoon for me from a burl he found.
I'm so honored that he thought of me!  I am so loved.
Once successfully gouging out the inside of this burl, he has gone on to make spoon after spoon.
A new passion, and for every spoon he makes there is a fortunate, cherished person he intends to gift.

And here's my tiniest boy.  Today I had had the melancholy sensation of not wanting him to be bumped from the "baby" position in a few weeks.  This is a first for me. 
Mother of six-going-on-seven...
Can you believe there are new growing pains to be experienced even this far into the game?

Aren't boys wonderful?!