But Saturday morning the rain came and it poured.
And kept pouring.
Come Sunday morning I frantically made back-up lists of indoor games to play--balloon relays, musical chairs, mummy wrap. But I aptly predicted the collective restlessness of a room full of little boys jacked up on sugar. They had more fun popping the balloons and fighting over who cheated and who played fair. Not the image Martha Stewart projects when helping me plan the party:
I mean, come ON, Martha. At our house they'd be holding the kid's head under water, trying to drown him. No WAY would that game really work with REAL, LIVE children!
After an hour and a half (and all the indoor games, lunch and cake) I desperately begged Mr. D to head upstairs to check the sky. If it was even misting lightly I was game to kick the little buggers out of my house--muddy feet and wet costumes be damned. I was more terrified of their pent-up energy than I was of their parents' irritation at their muddy shoes and rain-drenched clothes.
They played the world's fastest game of Capture the Flag--no kidding, 2 minutes flat. When both teams go on offense, leaving no one behind to guard their flag? The game ends in a draw. I sat the boys down to explain the finer points of strategy--who guards your flag? Who scouts for the enemy's flag? Who's your decoy to distract from your offensive maneuvering? After absorbing my tutorial on Flag-Capturing, they played for a good half-hour. Sweet peaceful shouting and rollicking in the yard and woods.
Then Mr. D came out to command the Zombie Soccer Game. The boys responded well to Mr. D's Alpha Male-ness and I nearly wept with gratitude. They got a "kick" out of playing that, and the game lasted until their designated drivers arrived. Only then did they uncover the hidden cache of Halloween candy--all hell broke loose, but I think their parents got the brunt of it--soaked and fuel-injected with HFCS, bouncing around the back seats.
I slept well last night, my slumber uninterrupted by nightmares of sheer terror: a house overrun by hyperactive 7-10 year old boys. But they had fun, and that's really all that matters, right? Even if it was a zoo...
And speaking of zoos, that brings me to October's FABULOUS: Lemur Troops and Critter Groups--a sweet and entertaining tale about animals by bloggy pal Rena Jones. Rena lives on the edge of wilderness and experiences her own kind of 'zoo' every day out in Montana. My back yard has nothing on hers--even when my yard is overrun by boys. Lemur Troops and Critter Groups is a book just right for any kid interested in animals--and what they're called when they're in groups.
How can you win a copy of this darling book for your favorite child? Leave a comment in the comment box--I'll pick a lucky winner Sunday. Each comment is an entry to win October's FABULOUS, Lemur Troops and Critter Groups by Rena Jones.
Spill it, reader: What gives you chills?
Tomorrow: the scary thing I found in my back yard.