Because today is Vicki's birthday, the kids decided to make it last as long as humanly possible by not taking naps.
Needless to say, Vicki's hoped-for scenario of peace, quiet, and reading the latest Harry Potter didn't happen. But we did get to have chocolate cake for dinner...
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- Call me dada. This has, in the few months since my son started "talking," become my name. I'm sure (at least I hope) it will eventually morph into something less early 20th century art movementy --- but I am marked forever as dada. And this is a good thing. I have no real advice to offer, other than always carry Cheerios and extra onesies, and I don't really have a lot of 'wacky' adventures to regale you with. Truth be told, this is as much for me as it is for you. So, uh, thanks for stopping by. I hope it's at least an interesting time-killer. And if not, consider this an ironic exercise in skewering the bourgeouis notions of 21st century American parenthood by deconstructing the materialist ethos that has turned childhood into a demographic and rendered adults simultaneous enablers and slaves. Or something.
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2 comments:
...but Vicki was it two entenmanns cakes layered to form a bigger cake and subsequently covered with chocolate icing? Yum, nothing like 'home made'.
Happy birthday and much love to a wonderful daughter who is forever in my heart and always on my mind!
You would think that someone who was around for your initial birthday would remember it. Happy birthday anyway. hopefully Jeanne and I will be seeing you guys at the end of August, if I can ever get ahold of your mother
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