Birthday party #1 (a good time had by all)
I am pooped. It’s almost 10 (which means really almost 11 since Daylight Savings starts or ends tomorrow, whichever), and we’ve been having birthday practically all day long. We started at the zoo, actually for Laura, who won second place in the statewide fourth grade category for her Garden Club poster contest (we are really not so hoity toity as to be big Garden Club people, but Oakdale has a really nice club that plants at the school, and you don’t have to wear a hat and dress and gardening gloves). It was windy windy windy and cold, and the award ceremony lasted about forty-five minutes. We’d originally planned to have Will’s birthday party afterwards at the zoo picnic area, but relocated the party to Matt and Shari’s house after Shari offered to be our rain location. I still felt guilty about taking advantage of my poor sister-in-law this morning until we froze our behinds off at the zoo, so now I’m over it (although I will owe her a really nice favor soon). We walked around the zoo afterwards for a while, nothing special, except of course for the ménage a frog that we saw in the monkey pond. Just a little reminder from Mother Nature that spring is here, and not everybody conforms to the norm, I guess.
We had just family at the party, aunts and uncles and Grandmama Kathy and a passel of cousins. We had (really delicious for a grocery store) Buzz Lightyear cake and grapes and cheese and crackers. We had no major incidents requiring parental intervention, even after Will opened the Buzz Lightyear shootin’ gun Grandmama Kathy gave him for his birthday. We had a big laugh when Will opened the first present too—Matt and Shari bought him an Incredibles scooter (yes, the whole party was a Disney marketing dream) which was pretty good sized, so big they had to wrap it in one of those giant garbage-bag sort of gift bag (which of course was decorated with Incredibles because Shari is one seriously excellent gift giver). Will made a beeline to the biggest present, naturally, and sort of dragged it over to where I was sitting. As he pulled it over, he said “Wow! This must be a really big book!” Everybody had a good laugh at the geeky book loving family. (This is what happens when your primary family entertainment is going to the bookstore for an hour or so after dinner.) Only two more parties to go now—Will’s school party with his friends and then his tiny little nuclear family only party on his real birthday. Wonder if it’s really necessary to have three or four parties for every birthday?
I am feeling parenthetical tonight (which is generally a good indication that I’m getting too tired to think in organized ways). Or perhaps parenthetical will become my new organizational strategy. Meantime, though, I think it’s time for bed.
We had just family at the party, aunts and uncles and Grandmama Kathy and a passel of cousins. We had (really delicious for a grocery store) Buzz Lightyear cake and grapes and cheese and crackers. We had no major incidents requiring parental intervention, even after Will opened the Buzz Lightyear shootin’ gun Grandmama Kathy gave him for his birthday. We had a big laugh when Will opened the first present too—Matt and Shari bought him an Incredibles scooter (yes, the whole party was a Disney marketing dream) which was pretty good sized, so big they had to wrap it in one of those giant garbage-bag sort of gift bag (which of course was decorated with Incredibles because Shari is one seriously excellent gift giver). Will made a beeline to the biggest present, naturally, and sort of dragged it over to where I was sitting. As he pulled it over, he said “Wow! This must be a really big book!” Everybody had a good laugh at the geeky book loving family. (This is what happens when your primary family entertainment is going to the bookstore for an hour or so after dinner.) Only two more parties to go now—Will’s school party with his friends and then his tiny little nuclear family only party on his real birthday. Wonder if it’s really necessary to have three or four parties for every birthday?
I am feeling parenthetical tonight (which is generally a good indication that I’m getting too tired to think in organized ways). Or perhaps parenthetical will become my new organizational strategy. Meantime, though, I think it’s time for bed.
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