First off, my thoughts and impressions of Milo’s birthday.
Milo had a cool birthday. The cakes came out awesome, he and his buddy, Toby, had a great time. But as for me, well, Chucky Cheese has got nothing on an old fashioned family birthday party. I was reminiscing about the parties we used to have at Grandma and Granddads in Blanding. Hanging out on the patio, tons of family around. Cake. Homemade ice cream. Watermelon. Climbing the tree. Racing around the house. That’s my idea of a birthday party. Or a Sunday afternoon. That’s real living.
Friday our tax return was deposited to our account. We thought we would do our part to help jump start the economy by going out to eat at Applebee’s It’s our kids favorite restaurant. Our kids where very well behaved. (as an aside: It’s such a pleasure taking our kids into public because they are so well behaved.) After we got home, and while putting Jaime to bed, we fell to talking. She said there where some boys at Applebee’s who kept looking at her, and when they did, it made her feel weird. I asked her what she meant by “weird” and she she started giggling. I told her that if boys where looking at her, to tell them that if they didn’t stop her Dad would take care of them. I’m not ready for my little girl to start growing up. The other day she walked into the kitchen and I almost didn’t recognize her. I’m going to have to beat the boys off with a bat before too long.
Jaime and Alix performed in sacrament meeting yesterday. Jaime played the piano and Alix sang the 9th article of faith. It was really well done and very cute. We received lots of compliments, and needless to say, this Dad was puffing his chest through the rest of the day. We are very pleased with our children and there talents.
Of course, if our kids end up as decent, well rounded intelligent people, it will be only because Sami is such a great mom.
I guess that’s about it for now. Y’all be good.
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