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ramblings of my crazy life

tales of a not-so-average family

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November 2015

Birthdays

Ah, birthdays. My youngest daughter turned 6 yesterday. 6. Like, now she needs 2 hands to show people how old she is. I’m struggling with this just a bit.

We had a birthday party for Bria on Saturday. Invited the whole class, 3 kids came. The theme was Frozen. Yeah, I know, shock. I found a 4’9″ tall inflatable Elsa balloon, and got Bria an Anna costume to wear. All was good, Bria was thrilled with party, guests, gifts, cake, etc.

However…

There’s one kid at every birthday party. That ONE kid that you seriously think they were raised by wolves. You also gain a decent idea of why wild animals eat their young. This particular little demon pointed out to Bria that she only had 3 kids at her party. Repeatedly. This demon also refused to leave the circle when she was “out” during hot potato. Meanwhile, Dad just sat there completely absorbed in his phone and said absolutely nothing. And, suddenly, it all makes sense.

More birthday stories coming soon. My oldest daughter turns 15 on Friday. Yeah. Don’t even get me started on that one.

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Plague carrying monkeys

Ahh, the children.

So cute. So innocent.

So full of germs.

Who can resist the cuteness? The cute pucker lips just begging for a kiss. The overly enthusiastic kisses, dripping with drool. The insistent sharing of food (but, Mama doesn’t WANT a half-chewed-on smooshed Cheerio). And, my favorite, the coughs and sneezes. Directly into my face.

Gotta love them.

So, this year, Halloween has been spent cleaning up vomit, wiping boogers and dodging projectile snot. And Mama is down for the count.

Meanwhile, Daddy, who has been the primary butt-wiper, booger swiper and vomit-cleaner-upper remains unscathed.

One could almost hate him.

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