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Making a blog for me!

Making a blog for me!

Happy Birthday to ME!!!   I’ve had tons of fun and been on all kinds of new adventures.  I got some pretty nice gifts, too (but I didn’t get what I really want – real estate and my own blog.  I’m a year old now.  Why can’t I have my own blog??? It’s not like Mommy pays for hers…).

ANY-whaa.  Here’s the rundown of my First Birthday, Two-Day, Three pronged Extravaganza:

Part One:  The Zoo.  Granny, Pop-pop, Eleanor and my parents took me to the Zoo.  We saw the flamingos, giraffes, gorillas, a lion, a tiger, birds, orangutans, turtles, warthogs, meerkats, pandas (regular and red – which are mommy’s favorite), kangaroos, and naked mole rats.  My silly big sister went to the petting zoo and poked at a sheep, which promptly turned around and head butted her in to the fence.  She started to cry, but I realized the karmic balance needed restoring after she hogged all the snacks by the otter pool.  Mommy calmed her down, but Eleanor was DONE with the sheep.

After the zoo, we needed FOOD, especially me, cause that big sister of mine hogged all the snacks… perhaps I mentioned that already.  We visited Mommy’s favorite zoo-side pizza eatery: Grant Central Pizza.  I at everything that wasn’t nailed down.  I’m a bottomless pit these days!  The calzone was the best.  I love the cheese.

Part Two: Trick or Treat.  After lunch, I don’t remember the ride home as I passed out…. I woke up just in time to head over to Bambi’s for Trick or Treat.  The neighborhood next to my Grambi’s is widely known for its Halloween Festivities.  I’ve never been to a Halloween Trick or Treat before, so I was up for anything.  Mommy put me in my lion costume, and Eleanor in her Princess Aurora costume and we went over.  Now, my sister is frightened by anything that isn’t really what it is: men in bear suits, animatronics, Santa Clause, and stuff like that.  This neighborhood was FRIGHTFEST 2008!  Blood.  Gore.  Scary masks.  Mechanical dancing ghosts and monsters.  Scream tracks.  Strobe lights.  Every yard was FILLED with the undead.  Eleanor LOST it.  I just did what I always do when I’m under stress: snuggled back in my stroller and sucked my thumb.  Why does my sister always run in a small circle and cry when she’s freaked out?  We got some candy there and left.  I would guess this tiny neighborhood saw 2-3 thousand kids Halloween night.  Mommy said so.  I believe her ’cause she never has to take off her shoes to count – ever.  We waked back to my Grambie’s house, and we got a diaper load of GOOD candy.  Mommy explained it to me last night: there’s good candy and junky stuff.  Scareville was cool because the candy practically came to you.  The people sat at the end of their driveways and handed it out as fast as they could, but it’s mostly junky candy: Dots, dum-dums, licorice, starlight mints and Tootsie Rolls.  The less trafficked path home offered the good stuff: Twix, M&Ms, peanut butter cups, Junior Mints, Snickers, Heath Bars, Sugar Babies and Sweet Tarts.  Good Candy, but harder to get.  One has to get up out of the stroller, climb the steps, ring the bell and wait.  And I didn’t even have a Trick or Treat bag!  Nevertheless, Sister got MANY pieces of GOOD candy on the way home.  I got some candy corn!  I like it when sister shares.

On the way home, I, um, passed out again.  However, I DO remember mommy ranting about the car that was blocking the road on the way out of Grambi’s subdivision.  Mommy called the guy who was following his kids as they trick or treated in a Ford Excessive.  Not the best choice, mommy says, when people are parked on BOTH sides of the narrow street already.  (I’m gonna tell Pastor tomorrow what mommy called the guy.)   I was good and asleep before mommy stopped yelling.   And then it was the morning of…

Part Three: The 8-and-a-half hour Birthday Party.  Mommy arranged for a birthday party for Saturday Morning.  Granny and PopPop came, and Bambi and Jeanette and Godmother Sam and Auntie Diane came.  I got some really great toys!  I likes Knuffle Puppy Jack in the Box and my smacky balls the best!  Mommy Ooohed and Ahhhed over all these clothes I got, but I’m not so interested.  I’ve been a little COLD recently, so maybe the footy Funky Monkey Jammies and Polar Overalls will come in very handy!  The best part was I got a BIG cake all to myself!  Elly and Mommy helped me blow my candle out, and then I grabbed the whole thing with both hands and smooshed it into my mouth.  Everybody howled with laughter.  I was just hungry…  Daddy plopped me into the bathtub and wouldn’t let me paint with the orange frosting or anything!  Oh, well… I fell asleep a little later, but everybody kept on partying without me!  When I woke up, I got to take a crack at my toys without Eleanor continually taking them away from me.  I love my Pound a Ball.  I am not strong enough to wack the balls into the holes, but I LOVE crawling around with them.  They roll off, I crawl after them.  Hours of fun!  I saved a present for my mommy, too.  I now allow someone to hold me up so I can walk around.  It’s really a faster way to get where I want to go!  My sister got some presents, too.  I guess a lot of folks realize that she’s a bit of a diva, and wouldn’t allow me to have my day if she didn’t get a little shine as well.  Grambie gave Eleanor a Cinderella Dress with all the fixin’s, and Auntie Diane made her a Raggedy Ann a Penny Purse.  PopPop gave her a coloring book and markers.  I hope she shares…  Anyway, we had HOURS of fun.  Godmother Sam arrived at 10AM and the last guest left at 6:30.  Mommy says THAT’s a long time.  Even Daddy and PopPop had to take naps!

That’s me.  A year old and bright at my eyes are blue!  Maybe for Christmas, I can get that blog I’ve always wanted…

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Tony and I really loved dating.  That is why we got married, after all: we really enjoyed dating each other.  For years after we wed, we continued to go on dates.  Then came the children.  We’ve thought of going on dates, and haven’t really found the time.  In fact, just before Saralyn was born, we went out on a date and realized that we’d somewhat forgotten how to do it.  We’ve not been on a real date in a long time.

And as of last night, the meaning of date night changed.  Eleanor had a play date with her friend Sienna.  Sienna’s mommy Laura and I planned for the girls to have a mini-Halloween party where the kids would enjoy some fun together and watch It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.  We made pizza, and the girls got to make their own mini pizzas, we had root beer and popcorn.  We did a practice trick-or-treat, and it was great.  Mommies and Daddies had a good time telling jokes and laughing at little girls.  Wonderdful.  It felt like this is what we should do every Friday.

Earlier in the day, I wasn’t sure that Eleanor was going to make it to her Halloween date.  Bambi and I took the girls to Dim Sum for brunch.  Eleanor enjoyed herself and Saralyn ate LIKE. A. PIG.  Then we went over to the Target Photo Studio to for the Halloween Photo Shoot.  Saralyn was a pro, but Eleanor took an instant dislike to the photography process.  She wouldn’t smile, stand up straight, hold her sister, stand, sit or kneel where she was told.  In short, she was a BRAT.  Crying, kicking, pouting and fussing like a spoiled supermodel.  With out any of the modeling.  We told her that she could have a cookie if she behaved, but in the end, I was down to threatening her with crust of bread.  While we were waiting for the photos to be loaded so we could select our prints, Eleanor was put with her nose in a corner and told she was headed for a spanking if she so much as moved.   I cooled off after a few minutes (and I had so many minutes while waiting for the Photographer to stop making those stoopid composite shots.  I never want those. I’ll speak up about that next time.)  I walked Elly around and pointed out the sample photos on the wall.  “This little girl stood still, so she had a pretty picture make.  This little boy sat up straight, and he looks so cute in his picture.  This girl smiled and looked at the camera, she looks so happy and made a great picture.”   Of the 9 poses we bought, 6 of them were of Saralyn.  The baby got a special sitting that involved a birthday theme and a cup cake.  What.  A.  Mess.  Eleanor’s pictures were marginally good at best.  I am so mad at her for being bratty as I wanted a good picture of the girls in their costumes together.  I’m going to make her practice with me every day this month so when we go back for Christmas Photos, it will be a better experience.  I also think that seeing that Saralyn got more pictures, not to mention a good girl cup cake, will be more of a teacher than I can be.  Eleanor HATES it when Saralyn gets more attention.

How do you deal with photos?  Do you think going to the photo studio is fun, or a pain in the bumbum?

Well, I’ve got a date with my girls at the library!

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