My Little Girls 3rd
We were a week late, mostly because her "official" birthday, the 3rd, was while she and her brother were at their other grandparents last weekend, but we finally got to li'l Pie's birthday happenings.
I worked and slaved and almost completely screwed up the cake mix, but I actually made my first "Day of Birthing" cake and frosting (from almost scratch). Wife helped me, of course, and by "helped" I mean "did cooler and better stuff than me until I felt challenged for awesomeness and chased her away." We're quite a team, I tell ya.
Pie got a largish stuffed Malamute from Toys R Us, and I'll refrain from the story of how I molested the other stuffed creatures during our shopping adventure, but it's name is "Toohey*" and very cuddly and cute. I'll have pictures of that later when I stop with all this non-photo-taking laziness.
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I hid the fact that I was terribly pleased with myself rather well. Almost as well as I hid the fact that the guard on the clippers slipped as I was cutting my own hair, thus a 1" cut turned into a 1/2" cut. Jo reassures me that it's the sexiest thing she's ever seen and I signed a piece of paper a while ago that said I'd believe her no matter what. |
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Patiently waiting until the song is over so that she can blow little-kiddie-spit all over her cake. |
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Less spit hit the cake than was expected, so we all had a piece later with minimal sogginess. Her brother aids in her candle-extinguishing by mouthing the appropriate technique. |
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Sparklers were supplied by Nanny (CrazyCatLady Mother-in-law next door) and this picture definitely goes in the Hall of Fame for how astonishingly happy both those kids look ('specially my boy). |
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I did my best to explain that pictures of sparklers and kiddies work better if said sparkler isn't directly in front of said kiddie's face. After that failed, I just held 'em still, but that took so long Damon's went out. |
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A wonderful tradition in my new family, the birthday creature gets first cut at the cake. I'd sort of assumed that we'd leave it in front of her until she dug both her grubby little hands into it, so I was a bit relieved that my masterpiece would survive to be leftovers. |
Visa business is coming together folks, and we're starting to get a rock-solid plan together for the holidays.
Those of you that have been hassling me (and you know who you are) for dates and such will soon be placated, I SWEAR.
Smooches.
