There was a rousing game of girls against the boys, but poor Ben was feeling a little outnumbered being in "jail" all the time with no way to escape.
Eventually, Maureen, Julianne and Amy all got put in jail too.
To end a fun evening, Jenna spent some time teaching Amy the finer points of hula hooping. 
Thanks for coming over everyone!
I was at the symphony in the afternoon, but came home to find these two out practicing soccer. Amy is really getting into the game and loves to kick the ball around. She also loves to be in the goal.
Daddy loves it when she's in the net too so he can score.
He then began explaining to Amy how goal scorers often take off their shirts.
Well, you can tell Amy something and not expect her to take a crack at it.
Except, it took her a little longer.
The game has a tendency to go on without you.
Hey, Daddy! You can't play without me! There. He can't play without me now!
After the halftime show, we decided to check out the river. People often ask if we are in danger of flooding. The river is currently high, but there is still a long way to go before we flood. The stick with the orange and purple ties on it denotes the 1 in 750 year flood mark. Historically (in the last 160 years) this property has never flooded, so I think we're safe, at least for the next 590 years.
The two soccer players took a much needed rest.
Amy and Daddy cuddling.
Amy and Mommy cuddling. Okay, maybe I was tickling her. Sometimes, I just can't help myself!
Our friend Lyla recently had a baby and Amy has become very preoccupied about how babies are made and being in my tummy. I try to take the opportunity to explain that she was not in my tummy, but in another woman's tummy in China. She still, however, insists that she needs to be in my tummy.
And then she tries to come out. Often, it's from the wrong end.
On our way back up to the house, we took a wander around to check out the river.
- Not really an Amy-ism, but . . . For Amy's birthday, she received lots of fabulous crafts, which she loves. I was working one night late last week, so she and Daddy decided to tackle the fairy princess wand. This always makes me cringe as Robin's perceptive reasoning is a little . . . umm . . . shall we say weak. Anything that needs to be constructed takes a lot of brain power on his part. I'm pleased to announce that the construction went fine, but the decorating went a little awry. More of it ended up on Amy than on the wand. Poor Daddy. I guess the instructions weren't that explicit!
The kids were great and although we had planned games, we never got around to playing them; they were having too much fun just running around. We did do a craft, and then sat down to lunch. Given it was a Mickey Mouse party, we had hot dogs. Tell me I'm not the only parent in the world who can't stand that song! 
Some of the guests left, but a few stayed on to play. Thankfully, the Daddies took them out to play while the Mommies enjoyed a beverage! 
Then it was off to the play structure to swing, climb and slide. When they came back into the house, they were covered in mud and leaves, but they had had fun in the process.
I'm sure it's not a surprise, but Amy actually went to bed quite early tonight, which is very unusual for her. After the weekend's excitement, she is one pooped little party girl.
For dinner on Saturday, we went to a Medieval dinner and to say it made an impression on people would be an understatement. Once back at Sean's condo, we promptly began to reenact the evening's excitement.
. . . Daddy! Who, by the way, was the first to complain about Sean's new floors, claiming he much prefered the cushy carpet instead and mumbled something about his delicate knees.
Quick Princess Knight Amy! Here comes your nemesis Princess Knight Krissy atop her horse John to challenge you to a joust.
Oh oh. She's back again.
That horse John has pulled out Ye Olde Hulk Fist again! Watch out Steed Daddy!
Okay. Steed Daddy's delicate knees have had enough of this new floor. Time to rear up on the hind legs to joust from a different , more comfortable position. Hmmm. I wonder if there is a United Jousting Steed's Union? Perhaps I should organize one. The benefits in this job stink.
Okay. That's enough. It's time for the management to get a taste of the grunt work. Yeehaw!
We hope you had a happy birthday and a fun weekend Krissy. We sure did.
Jillian did not seem to enjoy it at all, although her Daddy, Greg, seemed to be taking great joy in her reaction too!
Ahhh!!!!!!!! There it is again!!!!
Some of the little girls got up and performed for the group. They were just as terrific as they were last week.
After dinner, it was time for the elders to hand out the lucky red envelopes. Aunty Marilyn didn't seem to mind in the least that I publicly labeled her as old and make her sit in the center of the room. I do think she butchered saying "Happy New Year" in Mandarin though.
Amy, of course offered to help Arlene with the hard part. She's thoughtful that way.
Happy Birthday Arlene. We hope you had a great day.
"Yes, I'm having fun Mama!"
". . . but really, what's the hold up??"
Once on stage, the girls really cut loose.
Sometimes I think Amy must be sneaking downstairs at night to watch Monty Python. I'm not sure this is a sanctioned dance step.
And yes, I do realize she only has half of her hair done. I'm a slow hair wrapper. What can I say?
Listening intently.
Dancing Queen.
Then it was a circuitous car ride home to provide for a long nap. Once back on our own turf, we spent quite awhile doing her makeup. Yes, I said makeup . . . on a three year old.
That's a bit better. There's my girl.
It was back to the concert hall for pizza and more waiting. The kids were enthralled by the Leapsters brought by Hope and Frankie. It kept them all occupied for some time. Thank you for sharing.
Then it was the group picture. Honestly, Amy loves to dance. You'd just never know it from this picture (she's the unhappy one in the front row)!
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer! Amy has a love/hate relationship with the Lion Dancers. She loves to watch them, but hates the noise and gets frightened if they get too close. The head, clearly severed and smothered by plastic, was more to her liking.
After all that, I did not get a picture of the girls on the stage. Guaranteed, it was wonderful and the little ones got the longest and the loudest applause, and not just from the backstage Mommys.
