1. Why do I need to buy party favors for a baby's birthday party? The whole concept of party favors---buy cheap junk, preferably choking hazards and then assemble it into cutesy bags---fills me with rage.
If Joel was in charge of party favors, he would have me buy filthy, germ-laden shoes for his guests. Shoes are, after all, his favorite toys. With this thoughtful gesture, the babies could have something to chomp on, with the added bonus of Hepatitis or Hoof and Mouth Disease.
Now THAT'S a favor.
2. Am I morphing into a Redneck? I bought a plastic baby pool from K-Mart. I brought it home, put it on the deck, filled it up, placed two boys in it, cracked open a beer, and dipped my toes in the water while they played.
Paul came home and told me it was the most redneck thing he had ever seen. I said, "Shut yer mouth and get me some Fritos."
Tell, me, loyal readers. Am I...changing? How's my neck looking?
(P.S. Owen says "water" like the Southern Maryland native he is: "wa-dur." I correct him most voraciously. "Wa-ter, ya'll, Wa-ter!"
3. Good God! What else can I do with all this zucchini? It's been a gratin. We've grilled it. We've put it on pizza. In omelets. We've made zucchini bread. I'm considering a zucchini birthday cake.
I fear the zucchini will rise up and smother us all in our sleep.
4. How much will I regret letting both boys nap until 5:45 PM? I'm guessing quite a bit.
1 comment:
Zucchini cookies! I think they are made with chocolate chip cookie dough and zucchini bits.
Also, use the moment to teach a Bible lesson. Remember the song? "Zucchini was a wee little man, a wee little man was he?"
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