My birthday wish (because it's my blog and my birthday) I give to you is this-Chad Vader After the DentistLord Vader's birthdayCall me a dork but a day that is filled with sunshine, Darth Vader, the new SATC2 soundtrack and Beastie Boys Intergalactic as the first song you hear on the radio and it has to be a good day. An added bonus- Memorial Day weekend is in a few days. Time to start the summer season off right with the annual viewing of Jaws (this one's for you E). … [Read more...]
That’s My Girl
While giving TD a bath yesterday the subject of my birthday happened to come up. As of Wednesday I will no longer be a Triple Threat but Trente-Quatre. Another year come and gone.While washing a particularly precious bath toy TD said, "Mommy, your birthday is this week?! I will have to buy you a present. It will be jewelry. A ring. You like rings. Great big ones!"The kid is so right. I'm like a freakin' magpie. Oversized cocktail rings from anywhere be it Target, Etsy, H&M, B&R or something nicer I don't care, I love them. That girl knows her Momma. Too bad she can't drive. … [Read more...]
Four
It is hard to believe that four years ago we were in the midst of another series of Winter Olympics. As I labored with you I complained to H, "I've already seen this figure skating couple!" To which he replied, "Uh yeah hon, it's 3 o'clock in the morning. They are repeating things now." Right. We had been at the hospital since seven a.m. for your induction. You clearly did not feel like making your entrance into this world even though you were already two weeks late. Today you are four and you still hate getting ready in the morning, putting on anything that isn't "pajammies" and heading out the door. You much prefer to while away the hours bare foot and comfy with copious amounts of blankets, pillows and stuffed friends surrounding you.I … [Read more...]
It’s Her Birthday
Lying across a green and orange paisley and floral couch, I would twist and turn always trying to find a cool spot to rest my face against the fabric. The music was always there. Playing softly, sometimes loudly, always there carrying me along as if I was floating down a river. The soft pumping of the foot pedals accompanied it all in the distant background.Sometimes I would rouse myself from my own little world of imaginary friends and lost lands to request a tune, most often it was, "Play the mosquito song! Play the mosquito song!" She would laugh and wordlessly pull out the children's music book and play the juvenile tune that buzzed across the keyboard. After it was over it was usually her favorite Chopin that she would play. Sometimes if I was lucky, I could pick out my favorite … [Read more...]
The 90’s
Next week I will be journey into the cold, arctic North known as New England. My grandmother is turning ninety. Ninety, y'all. That's a big-time, lets all party down event. Cake and ice cream will be served. There might be a sash or crown. Like my grandmother, this event will be ...wait for it...LEGENDARY.Sorry, I couldn't resist.Here is four generations of the family right here. Many more will be present and I can't wait. … [Read more...]
Overheards- Hmph!
Scene: H, the girls and I are celebrating The Comedian's birthday with a dinner out. TD is dismayed at our choice of venue. TD: Hmph! This isn't a good restaurant. It's not pretty and it smells!H: What does it smell like? TD: (She grumbles) Smelly. It smells like hot dogs....A little while later-TD: (Surveying the restaurant from our table.) Hmph! No one is looking at me! This is a birthday. People in the restaurant are supposed to be looking at The Comedian and they aren't! She continues to give the restaurant the stink-eye and refuses to eat her macaroni and cheese. Later she tells us that, "This place is NO Red Robin." … [Read more...]
The Comedian, One Year Later
Just think, a year ago today I was tweeting it up and doing this. One minute I was watching Oprah, the next The Comedian, formerly known as Dash Two had arrived.You looked up at me with those big, unblinking eyes and I instantly fell in love. While you are named The Comedian for laughing at all the wrong times and reasons you are also my little cuddle bug. As a 'no-touch, non-cuddler' I am powerless to resist you. When you burrow into my neck it is like kryptonite.In the past year you have been the bruisin' Blutarski of the house. You have learned to crawl with your head ducked down to avoid licks from the dog and you can topple your sister in a simple headlock. You like to yell at the neighbors from your kitchen window perch. You climb head first into the shower regardless of who is in … [Read more...]
A Bit Gaga Over Here
I'm addicted to this right now. Thanks Mamapop! In my moments of insanity today I just want to watch this over and over again then run to my make-up collection and start painting away until H comes home to something truly beautiful yet terrifying. Way more than this, that's for sure.Except I can't.I'm planning a first birthday party for The Comedian for tomorrow. Apple cupcakes seemed like a great idea at the time, all cute with pretzel stems and green jelly bean leaves. Then I caught the death that was hanging in the petri dish that is my doctor's office and I've been down for the count all week. Work has been left by the wayside, the house went insane and the non-stop rain has both kids acting like escapees from the local asylum.The vacuum is glaring at me from the corner. Says she has … [Read more...]
The Triple Threat
I turn 33 today. H has been calling me 'the Triple Threat' for the last few weeks. Technically, I think I need to be 333 years old if I really want to be a triple threat but if I were 333 I don't think I would be too much of a threat to anyone except Medicare. In the past I've had my share of bad birthday karma but since my twenties I have evaded it quite nicely. H works his butt off each year to make sure it doesn't happen. This year we went away as a family for a quiet weekend at my MIL's on the water. We had an amazing night out with drinks followed by a perfect dinner for two. The next day as I was reading on the couch (read: half asleep for the second nap of the day.) my parents burst in the door surprising me with a visit. If I count the night out, the surprise visit, and a fabulous … [Read more...]
What Would You Do for Cupcake?
Meet Cuppy.Cuppy apparently turned two yesterday.After a spin on the Disney circuit sharing top billing with a certain Ms. Lohan, years of being a flat Stanley type character in my life, doing hard time in a box in storage, Cuppy got paroled last year and has now found a home in the heart of TD. But Cuppy has not gone completely straight yet. She whispered a little magic in TD's ear yesterday and told her it was her second birthday. It was time for a celebration TD declared.Cuppy needed cupcakes too. How convenient! We just happened to be at the grocery store.So there you have it. Happy Birthday you sneaky little Cuppy. I'm on to you too TD. I know only too well just what lengths a girl will go to for a cupcake fix. … [Read more...]