Baby girl and I hosted the embassy spouse coffee group this month. While we were setting up for the the party we took some photos of ourselves.
Showing off her ability to climb up on the table, stand up, and crouch back down.
Super proud — right before she took a tumble off the table.
No blood, no foul.
On the menu: Fruit salad with melon, apples, grapes, oranges, and mint.
Chicken salad sandwiches (in the croissants)
Molasses cookies
Chocolate Banana Bread
Drinks: coffee, tea, orange juice, champagne
Nothing fancy — good food served on paper plates with wooden forks and paper napkins. And I was able to put my large collection of Starbucks mugs to good use. The fanciest part of it all was my new tablecloth from the Syrian wood guy in the sook. I figured as a grownup, I probably should own one tablecloth so I bought this one last week. It’s a latte colored fabric with slightly darker embroidery thread.
There were 15 or 16 women in attendance and we had a fun time chatting, eating, and shopping. (A woman was there who sells shirts that she imports from India). Camille partied right through her naptime. She was too busy “trying on” the clothes and eating bites of cookie to feel tired. She strutted around the room like she was one of the the girls instead of my baby.
