Sunday, March 29, 2015

Going to the birthday well again

Well, it’s the end of another March birthday season, and I’m right in the midst of my youngest child’s first birthday weekend that she’s old enough to talk for.  She doesn’t quite have a feel for the power yet: she caught on to “yeah! it’s my birthday!” quickly enough, but when we ask her what she wants to do or eat next, she just says “nuffin’.”

As I write this, I’m at the park near our house.  You would think that would have been a no-brainer, but we had to work hard to convince her to go along with this plan, which is necessary to give The Mother the opportunity to get the tea party ready.  My little girl likes her tea parties.

After tea, we’ll head off to the mall to that place where you make your own teddy bear (’cause my little girl likes her stuffed animals),* then tomorrow it’s off to ride a pony (’cause my little girl likes her horsies).  Another thing my little girl apparently likes is The Monster at the End of This Book, which she is now listening to over and over and over again on her new Amazon Fire with Freetime.  I used to like that book myself.  Now it’s starting to get a little old.

Anyway, as I am a slave to a three-year-old, I have no time to spit out blog posts for you, dear reader, and, while I was almost successful in my attempts to get a week ahead (you’ll notice I did not lose a week at the beginning of the March birthday season, when the Smaller Animal had his weekend), I fell behind again last week, with the end result that now I’m living blog-post-to-blog-post again.  Perhaps I’ll be able to crank out a double next week so that I can be ahead of the game once again.

In the meantime, you’ll have to be content with my observations that cucumber-and-cream-cheese tea sandwiches are surprisingly delicious, that a dozen helium balloons from the dollar store are utter hell to stuff into a closet, and that if I have to listen to Grover whine about my daughter knocking down his solid, strong, brick wall one more time I’m going to have to wring his lovable furry old neck.  Surely that’s enough to tide you over.

* Actually, as it turned out, the tea party was quite exhausting, so teddy bear building had to be postponed.

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