Fun Mom! We meet again.

I really like the word 'pandemonium.'

I like it a lot. I've started working hard to incorporate it into my regular vocabulary, but I'm not finding as many situations to use it as I would like. Maybe I shouldn't WANT to find myself in pandemonium any more often than I already do, but it might be worth it just so that I could use the word.

It's definition is as follows

1.	wild uproar or unrestrained disorder; tumult or chaos.

2.	a place or scene of riotous uproar or utter chaos.

3.	(often initial capital letter) the abode of all the demons.

4. Hell

(courtesy of dictionary.com since i wanted to make sure i got it right)

All things that we should want to avoid, right? But the word itself is so fun. It makes me think of a circus or carnival, it almost makes you feel like you're in the middle of all the disorder and chaos and demons and such, and you relish every single moment of it. If you accept my improved definition, then last night, I found myself in complete pandemonium.

Brent wasn't coming home from work until L-A-T-E, late and I decided that instead of doing what I was inclined to do, which was sit around feeling annoyed with my kids and sorry for myself, I would distract myself by being momentarily altruistic and make the night fun for the kids.

I told Leslie and Cam that I'd watch their boys for them and then told Jane that she could invite 2 of her friends over for a late-over (which is NOT a sleep over.) That added up to 7 kids under the age of 5 here and no one but me to take care of them. It was pure pandemonium and I loved (almost) every minute of it and I took a gazillion pictures that I will now share with you.

The usual suspects. Abby, Eva, Jane.

Davie and Ben. I know these boys aren't mine, but I like to pretend sometimes.

Davie spent most of the night under the table, eating everyone's scraps, like a dog, only cuter. Like a puppy.

Charlie, doing what he does best... latching onto me and howling (again, like a puppy) for me to pick him up.

What were they doing up there? Nothing good, I'll tell you that much.

About 10 seconds later, Lizzy fell down and was in hysterics.

Leslie and Cam brought dinner, which was VERY much appreciated. MMMMM, veggie delite pizza from Papa Murphy's is my fave. Try it! You'll like it!

Why do small children always feel the need to be on the counter?

When Davie wasn't scrounging, he was hand fed by Chas. Chocolate chips from the cookies. Yum.

I might be in love with Davie.

By then end of the night, he looked like this. Covered in chocolate and adorable.

The chaos WAS punctuated with moments of peace and quiet.

I can't guarantee that I'll be up for a late-over again any time in the near future, but last night, it was better than the alternative.

P.S. We did, in fact, celebrate Christmas and some day I'll fulfill my blogger's obligation to post pictures of said celebration. Some day.