Spill It, Slacker

It's a strange set of affairs when I need to look through photos and Facebook updates to remember what has been going with our family over the last couple of months. Dumbledore has his pensive, I have photo albums and tweets. Lets see, where to begin.

We've had and have been to many little person birthdays as of late. We had Alina's third birthday, though I don't remember much of it. I spent most of it running out for things because we were truly ill prepared this year. In fact, this may be the last time we do a birthday at our house because it's just too crazy. We're also not that good at it. Imagine preparing a house for a party where adults can enjoy themselves. Now imagine preparing a house for a party where 3-year olds can enjoy themselves. Now combine both actions into one whirlwind, 2-hour smorgasbord of balloons, beer, bouncy houses, and hors d'oeuvres. Alina had picked out the invitations at the store. She's in a typical princess and fairies stage, so she was drawn to the Tinkerbell invites. After we sent them out, we got several phone calls from parents asking if it was a Fairy theme party and if their kid should dress up. Yeah, we were confused too. Since Alina's party was first in this string of kiddie soirees, it didn't really occur to us that this is what people do and expect. We started getting invites with princess themes, pirate themes, ballerina themes. Where's Daddy's tutu? So the closest we came to a theme was the color red, since Alina's birthday falls so close to Valentine's. I gave her three long stem roses for the three years she has been in my life. This seems like a good tradition to follow. In following through on this, I discovered that the roses on February 11th are waaaaay nicer than the roses at 6:47PM on February 14th. Go figure.

On the Evie front, she now has two top and two bottom teeth that she'll occasionally grind, giving me the DTs. Additionally, she has decided that baby food is not her thing. She would much rather have what you're eating/drinking. So, that's what we do, save the obvious things like peanut butter and tequila shots. She says Da-Da now and as a result, Katrina says she won't go back to work until she says Ma-Ma. Notice: If you run into my youngest daughter, run some drills, won't you? We could use the income. Item: Both girls got to ride the Roosevelt Island Tram for the first time. Evie was super freaked out with this, but didn't cry. Flying to Florida next month should be interesting.

Some recent photos:

Pirate Baby!

Don't eat the yellow snow