We built this party!

SITSAS–Thanks for checking me out!  I just have a few people/entities I’d like to thank for getting me where I am today.  First, thank you to the Internets and all their tubes.  Thank you to my cat for not blocking those tubes today.  Thanks to my husband for letting me constantly take 40 points off his IQ in my blog posts.  And as my son prays every night, thank you for thank yous.  Oh!  And thank you Heather and Tiffany, our SITSAs House Mothers!

 

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QUICKIE: At storytime today, the librarian asked the kids to name body parts that start with the letter C.  Mine was the child in the back repeating confidently, “Penis…penis…”
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Vincenzo’s construction birthday party went down last weekend.  We put so much caution tape on the windows/trees I think we made the new neighbors nervous about their new neighborhood.  The way the table decorations matched the favors and the caution tape matched the invitations and the buffet incorporated some thematic elements was very wedding reception-ish.  (As a side note, if you’re getting married anytime soon we have a huge roll of caution tape we’ll sell you–cheap!)

Las fotos:

 
The idea that started the whole party          Food in toolboxes/toys that may or may not have been
                                                               covered in dirt, spiders, cobwebs, etc. one day previous

Painting Fridgebox Town                             Eating brown-bag lunches
(seconds before the angry hornets              (Please note I turned on the
swarmed the young babes)                       “pedophile block” option)
 

 
Breaking the pinata, in a mild-
mannered, non-violent,
rather lame way

All funniness aside, I couldn’t help but feel pride as my son spontaneously thanked guests for coming or for bringing gifts, and the way he was just as excited about the way a present was wrapped as what was inside (“Look, Mommy, this one’s a double decker.  A DOUBLE DECKER!”) and pride because for the first time in three years he let everyone use his toys without crying or kicking or grabbing or screaming.  He beamed, BEAMED, the entire party and it was so contagious that for awhile I forgot it was Vincenzo’s party and I felt as special and joyful and full of life as he did.  And I found that three is a great age to be.  Happy birthday, Little D!

WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Seared steak and fig salad
Cheesy Polenta
Prosciutto-wrapped Asparagus
Plum Torte