i love Ozzy's singular devoted attention to the manner of pooping. how he'll suddenly stop babbling, get still and then let loose a ginormous rattling fart that sends out shockwaves from the epicenter of his rear which is immediately followed by an eruption not unlike vesuvius on pompeii. impressed by the sound of it, i take several fistfuls of baby wipes and prepare myself, going into disaster relief mode and ready to face whatever he's got packin' in that diaper. but am surprised to find but a few schmeres of mustardy track marks. all sound and fury, but no substance. i find it endearing.
this year was a particularly difficult year to plan mimi's birthday. after rob's dad became terminally ill, i didnt think it was good time for a party for mimi and her friends, so we decided it was best to skip a party this year and just have a quiet family dinner out. then after dad passed and we slowly started to get back into our routines again, we all began to feel bad about not having a party for mimi, so we decided to have a party after all...although, a much belated party. mimi said she really wanted to have a party here at the house. she really really really wanted it here, so i told her she could, if she kept it small. since she was turning seven, i allowed her to invite seven friends. then i tasked her with thinking up a theme, and she finally settled on a favorite book series of hers called Rainbow Magic . how perfect...each of the book sets in the series showcases 7 fairies, whether they be the rainbow fairies, the gem fairies, the party fai...
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