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Birthday! and Valentines Day!
Feb. 14th, 2012 02:01 amYesterday, as is often the case, I was tired when I got home from work. I couldn't just go take a nap, though. It was my granddaughter's birthday. She's 15 now. I still remember when she came home from the hospital. She was a cutie. (Still is, but in a different way. And a bit of a challenge, just like every other teenager.)
She is getting a corset for her birthday present, whenever they get around to delivering it.
So we had a houseful of kids for the party, from her (15) and the next oldest (10) down to about 3. There were PRESENTS! and CAKE! and ICE CREAM!! and LASAGNA FOR DINNER!! and they were all wound up and bouncing around like an Energizer Bunny made of Flubber.
I'm afraid I weenied out and hid in the bedroom. My excuse was that I have a bunch of ham radio nets I check into on Mondays (which is 100% true). There's still occasional static from the radio, but at the time I could deal with that a lot easier than I could a bunch of hyper children.
Maybe I should be happy we didn't have to put on a quincañera. I hear those are mighty expensive when you do the full experience. And I probably wouldn't have gotten to go hide in the bedroom and play radio.
At about 10 we put Igor the Younger to bed. He protested loudly that he wasn't tired for about four minutes before the protestations suddenly ended. Then at 4 he was up again, torturing his grandma, and by the time I got ready to leave for work at 7 he was running around distributing cards to everyone and proclaiming "Happy Valtimes!" Including my sleeping wife. He loves holidays of any kind.
Doctor's appointment this afternoon, then I need to decide on something to go do with my wife for Valtimes. I wonder if our favorite restaurant will have room for us. It's not a big swanky go-out-on-a-romantic-date-and-pay-a-hundred-bucks type of place, so they just might.
She is getting a corset for her birthday present, whenever they get around to delivering it.
So we had a houseful of kids for the party, from her (15) and the next oldest (10) down to about 3. There were PRESENTS! and CAKE! and ICE CREAM!! and LASAGNA FOR DINNER!! and they were all wound up and bouncing around like an Energizer Bunny made of Flubber.
I'm afraid I weenied out and hid in the bedroom. My excuse was that I have a bunch of ham radio nets I check into on Mondays (which is 100% true). There's still occasional static from the radio, but at the time I could deal with that a lot easier than I could a bunch of hyper children.
Maybe I should be happy we didn't have to put on a quincañera. I hear those are mighty expensive when you do the full experience. And I probably wouldn't have gotten to go hide in the bedroom and play radio.
At about 10 we put Igor the Younger to bed. He protested loudly that he wasn't tired for about four minutes before the protestations suddenly ended. Then at 4 he was up again, torturing his grandma, and by the time I got ready to leave for work at 7 he was running around distributing cards to everyone and proclaiming "Happy Valtimes!" Including my sleeping wife. He loves holidays of any kind.
Doctor's appointment this afternoon, then I need to decide on something to go do with my wife for Valtimes. I wonder if our favorite restaurant will have room for us. It's not a big swanky go-out-on-a-romantic-date-and-pay-a-hundred-bucks type of place, so they just might.
