The past week has been a doozy, the culmination of which was yesterday's play centre party extravaganza.
Yes, LD is now four years old.
There's much I could say about the party but since we've eaten take-away pizza for dinner twice (count them, TWO TIMES) in a row and I desperately need to get an online supermarket shop in tonight, brevity is a must. So let me give you the highlights package.
Awesome thing: play centre was nice and quiet when we arrived
Less awesome thing: someone pissed in the ballpit very early on
Least awesome thing: after laughing and shaking head in disgust at "some dirty, pissing kid" discovered dirty, pissing kid was mine
Cool thing: Granma was there to baby wrangle for most of the day
Even cooler thing: she really likes baby wrangling
Coolest thing: she's actually pretty brilliant at baby wrangling (read: I barely saw my children all day and never feared for their safety)
True thing: Hey Granma, nobody's perfect
Thing I totally loved: catching up with three of my most beloved girlfriends
Also totally lovable thing: watching beloved girlfriend's kids hanging with mine
Funnest thing: kids riding 'The Bug'
Rudest thing: staff saying I was 'too heavy' to ride on 'The Bug' with Zee - I weigh no more than the average 12-year-old I'll have you know (possibly untrue but I am definitely the same height dammit!)
Grossest thing: beloved girlfriend's daughter opening mouth and pointing to unidentified foodstuffs within - we had not ordered any food yet. VOM.
Hilarious thing with possible non-hilarious repercussions: dinosaur costumes that may or may not have been infested with nits
And finally -
Gratuitous "my kid is so freakin' beautiful" shot:
NOTE: Yes, there was a cake. Expect to see that in an upcoming post with the working title "Cake Disasters and Party Fuck Ups"