Saturday was the Weebles' birthday party. Pretty much everyone she knows on a first name basis (er.. any name basis I guess) was there. We are so blessed to have family and friends that care so much for our kids that they would kill a Saturday night to celebrate a two year old's birthday. She got so many great toys, she didn't know what on earth was going on. I think "present" is her new favorite word. Blowing out the candles on the cake was another big hit for her. But by far the highlight of her evening was an impromptu concert where she managed to get at least half a dozen adults to give her their rapt attention. She danced around the middle of the room assigning different instruments from her new band set. It was quite a racket... I'm not sure how the Peanut managed to sleep through it. The neighbors are quite certain that a bunch of hippies live here now. My composter and eighteen recycling bins already had them whispering.
Then today was the much postponed Baptism for little Peanut. We put it off because he was so fragile at first. He did great. Lunch was great. Everything was great. Even my dad's somewhat inappropriate and totally unexpected prayer on abortion didn't manage to get me worked up. Whatever. After a much too short nap we were off to a company baseball game. Not that we play baseball, mercy no. Nobody give the boss that idea please. The Weebles enjoyed a huge waaay too red snowcone and crashed as soon as we got home.
There's nothing quite as sweet as the exhaustion from a well spent weekend is there?
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