11.17.07 - Andy's sister visits for HRH's birthday. I decide it would be fun to go with MIL, SIL, Andy, and Boys to lunch at TGI Fridays (where they don't so much mind the screaming) so the waitstaff can sing Happy Birthday to HRH. It becomes apparent that it would be best if we left the restaurant prior to dessert. Cake at Casa Contenta (our house) instead.
11.18.07 - HRH's actual birthday. Dinner with my mother, dessert with my sister, her boyfriend, and my brother. Leftover cake and ice cream. More singing ensues.
11.19.07 - Teacher asks me if I'll be having cupcakes for the class. Seemed a little gratuituous since we've invited the entire class to the party but what the hell? In for a penny, in for a pound. Run to bakery and buy a dozen Thanksgiving colored cupcakes.
11.22.07 - Thanksgiving at our house. Eight for dinner. Thirteen for dessert. No cake but pie!
11.24.07 - HRH's "real" birthday party at "The Jumpy Place" - one of those converted warehouses filled up with inflated slides, bouncy houses, tunnels, and mazes. Featuring his entire class of nine, seven neighborhood kids, ten cousins, at least one parent for each kid, and a partridge in a pear tree. Diego cake, Hoodsies (are Hoodsies only a MA thing?), Diego balloons, Diego-colored decorations, huge 5 pinata, pinata-appropriate candy, pizza, soda, water, and juice boxes.
Not having to deal with this shit again until RC turns 3 in April: Priceless.
Oh. Right. Christmas.
Cake anyone?
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I'll have some cake! I was too sick to indulge in the old Thanksgiving treat fest but I'm OK now. Send over the cake!
BTW: I don't ever recall seeing Hoodsies, or any Hood products for that matter, on the west coast. But then again, I wasn't really looking for them.
Birthdays drag out longer these days than a wedding. And there doesn't seem to be any way to avoid it without upsetting somebody.
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