Party at the Peters
Last Saturday we went to Heidi’s house to celebrate her daughters 1st birthday.
Since Heidi had gone to the trouble of making a registry at Kids-R-Us we decided to pick up a present on the way to the party. There was a convenient Toy-R-Us on the way, and since they are basically the same company we should be able to find something there on the list.
So we printed up the list and headed out. Olya took the list inside and I stayed with the kids in the parking lot. 20 minutes later, Olya emerges with a nice toy that is NOT on the list. Apparently though Toy-R-Us and Kids-R-Us are basically the same company their merchandise is radically different, as none of the items on the list were in the store. Well we have a gift receipt and baby Reese will love it all the same. So off we go again.
Almost there, I know I am in the correct area, I have been to Heidi’s house several times, and it is always in the same place. It’s next to a church on a hill. I followed some signs to get to the church, but I ended up in down town Grafton. I kriss crossed the area four times and saw neither the house nor the church it was adjacent to. What is annoying about this is that the sub division Heidi lives in is only 4 X 5 blocks. Finally I see the steeple and use it to guide my way to the house. Woot! We made it.
Eating Cake with Reese was very entertaining.
At first she didn’t want the cake, even going so far as to cry at one point.
But once she realized how yummy it was, she stared to scrape the icing off the top with a finger. Then really dig in with both hands. At some point the cake transitioned from food to a means of creative expression, as Reese seemed more interested in what shape she could turn the cake into rather than finding out how much she could eat.
Clapping with Cake. You may have heard the question “What is the sound of one hand clapping?” Here is a new one for you, “What is the sound of two tiny hands encrusted with cake and icing, clapping?” Well if you were at the party you would have found out.
Damien had fun eating the grapes off of my plate. All other fruits were either rejected outright or returned after he had taken a few exploratory chews. Damien was nice enough to offer the pre-chewed bits of plant matter to me, but I declined on principle. When we went inside to get more fruit salad (with extra grapes), Damien noticed the plate of cherry tomatoes (You can probably guess where this is going). Thinking they were grapes (he called them grapes) he took one. After the first bite, he spit it out on the floor (the citrus was probably stronger than he was ready for). I went looking for the little tomato, but didn’t see it anywhere on the floor, or under the table. Damien knows the rules, no food on the floor, even if you don’t like it. So he picked up the half eaten cherry tomato, without me seeing him, from the floor, and put it back on the plate with the other tomatoes. Luckily I checked the plate just in case this had happened. After a moment I spotted the discarded carcass and scooped it up along with its neighbors