My beautiful girl made her First Holy Communion on Sunday. Now I don't really go in for this deep religion malarkey but I will admit to having a little tear in my eye as my oh so grown up daughter glided like a swan down the aisle, complete with plaster cast accessory, leading the whole class into church. Maybe it was the cost of the dress that did it (I was going for the "ballerina" as opposed to "mini-bride" look and my purse sure took the brunt of my fussiness! Amy fell in love with the one in the window and that was the one we went for). I had packed her off that morning to MILs to get her hair curled with strict instructions "Not to let Nanna anywhere near you with her makeup bag" whilst I tried to find an outfit that wouuld co-ordinate with one of the slings in my collection. Thank goodness the step squidges had brought outfits with them as I was none too pleased at my darling husbands early Sunday morning googling to try and ascertain if he had time to nip to next for a new shirt and tie before the ceremony started. I'm afraid Daniel came last on the list as he ended up with a thrown together checked shirt and jeans combo, a decision I later regretted as the photographer invited us all for a nice family snap in the school hall before we went in.
The service itself was nice, lots of lovely hymns that I pretended to know. Ah well, at least I have got some of the responses down to a tee now so I look slightly less conspicuous. Peace be with you. (See?!). Despite Amy's initial worries about lisping her way through the reading through missing front teeth, and losing the little wafer down the hollow of her plastercast, she did just beautifully.
And we went for the obvious choice for celebratory food: Chinese Buffet City of course. 17 spare ribs (seriously!) and a big bowl of strawberry ice cream later, she was full and happy and remarkable un-ok-sauce-covered so we went back home for more treats. Super Mario Kart Wii races!! Amen to that.