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astra_nomer) wrote2011-02-28 11:02 am
astra_nomer) wrote2011-02-28 11:02 am
Snips and snails and kitty cat tails
Son the Younger turned 7 on Sunday. Happy birthday, StY!
StY had asked to go to a hockey game for his birthday, so we went the Washington Capitals' game Friday night. Which was a real disappointment. Now, I don't really know much about hockey or anything, but I could tell that the Caps SUCKED that night. We left with a few minutes left in the third period, and they were down 5-0. And they apparently gave up still another goal before the end.
StY's birthday party was at noon on Sunday. It was a costume party, and StY dressed up as a cat: grey pajamas, with a tail pinned to his butt, cat ears on a head band, and whiskers drawn on his face. He makes a very cute kitty cat, I gotta say. After a couple of hours, I started to wonder why StY made friends with such monsters. I revised this opinion after going to the cub scout Blue & Gold dinner that night, which featured ten times as many small children: I seem to have been blessed with extremely well-behaved children.
Having the Blue & Gold dinner back-to-back with the birthday party was perhaps not the best of ideas. Especially since I volunteered to cook for the B&G dinner, too. On the other hand, we have enough leftover food to last us the week. Too bad most of it is pizza and chips. Also not helping was the number of people coming up to me or DH to say, "You can't move away!" As if it weren't already a hard enough decision to make in the first place. Made me feel like a terrible person for dragging my kids and the Webelos den leader off with me.
Anyway, now that the weekend festivities are over and the Hubble proposal deadline (and it's several extensions) has finally passed, I should get back to work.
StY had asked to go to a hockey game for his birthday, so we went the Washington Capitals' game Friday night. Which was a real disappointment. Now, I don't really know much about hockey or anything, but I could tell that the Caps SUCKED that night. We left with a few minutes left in the third period, and they were down 5-0. And they apparently gave up still another goal before the end.
StY's birthday party was at noon on Sunday. It was a costume party, and StY dressed up as a cat: grey pajamas, with a tail pinned to his butt, cat ears on a head band, and whiskers drawn on his face. He makes a very cute kitty cat, I gotta say. After a couple of hours, I started to wonder why StY made friends with such monsters. I revised this opinion after going to the cub scout Blue & Gold dinner that night, which featured ten times as many small children: I seem to have been blessed with extremely well-behaved children.
Having the Blue & Gold dinner back-to-back with the birthday party was perhaps not the best of ideas. Especially since I volunteered to cook for the B&G dinner, too. On the other hand, we have enough leftover food to last us the week. Too bad most of it is pizza and chips. Also not helping was the number of people coming up to me or DH to say, "You can't move away!" As if it weren't already a hard enough decision to make in the first place. Made me feel like a terrible person for dragging my kids and the Webelos den leader off with me.
Anyway, now that the weekend festivities are over and the Hubble proposal deadline (and it's several extensions) has finally passed, I should get back to work.