The Birthday Present

Let me start by saying, I didn’t think it possible that two women could actually find something to say to each other for three hours straight, but my Mom & her friend managed to accomplish just that and then some, as they were still talking as we walked the car to leave, with the promise to continue the conversation at a later date.

After our three hour “just stop by for a second to say Happy Birthday” visit, where six kids were left to fend for themselves while the moms chit-chatted, I thought I would leave the birthday girl a little present on her front walk.  (To protect the innocent, I’ve decided to refer to the afore mentioned birthday girl as “Mrs. Willemin” from now on).

As I walked to the car, I realized I had not used the bathroom during our entire stay.  True to form, I stopped halfway down “Mrs. Willemin’s” sidewalk, turned around, pulled my running pants to my ankles and wrote my name in urine.  I should have written “Happy Birthday”, but seeing as I am only three, spelling is not my forte.

My mortified Mother yelled for me to pull my pants up as she put on her boots, but I saw how funny everyone (including the “try to hide your laughter behind your hand Mrs. Willemin”) thought it was and decided to finish my “message”.

So enjoy your present, not everyone gets a custom made gift from a sudo-celebrity on their birthday.

HAPPY BIRFDAY TO YOU, “MRS. WILLEMIN”!

Buddy Day Birthday

Hangin’ with my Homies at my birthday party was the best gift I could have received…I thought.

We had donuts, opened presents, jumped on the trampoline, played in the sand box & played games (did I mention we did ALL of this outside on March 19…in Michigan?!?)

Then, as if some Alien-Fun-Mom took over my Mom’s body, she dangled an oversized basketball from the deck above, gave us all a bat & said we could go to town beating the daylights out of this object.  Seriously?

Again, best gift ever…I thought.

Somehow amidst the flurry of the beat-down we were giving this poor ball, Brady noticed something fall from the sky.  On cue, all four of us stopped, looked to the ground and saw IT.

Wide-eyed and open-mouthed we stood there staring at this gift from heaven.  I finally spoke and said, “DAT CANDY!”

Once more on cue, we all realized that this treat had actually fallen from the big orange fun ball we had been beating with our bats.  So I thought, “What if there’s more?”

Could it be?

Without hesitation, I swung like my life depended on it & smashed it to oblivion.

The rain storm of sweet treats was more than we could handle and we were overcome with excitement at the sight. We giggled like 2-year-old girls, dropped where we were & started opening.

After 10 whole minutes of gluttony, my Mom finally decided to stop the madness & she scooped up what was left of our haul. We didn’t care, we were too high on sugar and excitement to even notice.

BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!!