Tuesday's Twits

With worm-baited breath, you are wondering about the little baby birds are you?  Sadly to say, the very next morning I checked on them and realized a funeral was in order.  They did not make it.  And a funeral did not happen.  Nature did take its course and actually got down to business eating the remains.  **ick**

Birthday!  Here's the Chairman with daughter #1.  He looks pretty good after a very long bike ride to his parents for spaghetti birthday supper.  It was nice to be there.  Now two more birthdays this week.  Do you spot a trend?  Yes, we have four birthdays in a matter of two weeks at our house.  Is it fun?  Well... sorta.  It's a lot of shopping and planning and wild amounts of anticipation especially from the MYP.  Plus we MUST have separate celebrations and meals even though the daughters days are one day apart.

And we did the annual fight-the-crowds to the lakefront to watch the big city fireworks.  The best part is sitting there for three hours with friends.  The pretty-good part is the hour-long show of ka-BLAMS and BOOMS!  The not-so-good part is the walk back to the car after one child "accidentally" whops the other and then the mother is giving a tongue-lashing all the while trying to load up our chairs and stuff in the dark amongst about 200,000 other people and soon both children are crying.  Happy sigh.

Seventeen years ago the Chairman asked me to be Mrs.  Chairman after the fireworks in Minneapolis.  I said an emphatic "yes" and still feel that way.  Sometimes I've wondered about the timing though.  Did he think I had a 'sparkling' personality?  Or did he think I'd be a 'firecracker', or did he think that our love would blossom like a beautiful fireworks?  Or was it the fact that the very next morning he needed to return to his home and there was no better time then right then.  I dunno.

Someone has peeked on this a few times from Baghdad.  I have no idea who you are, but if you are serving our fine country, I salute you and thank you.  And I mean that sincerely.

The MYP are still going from this place to that or having this one or that one here.  Constant fun with a little yelling encouraging to get chores done before they are off to the next fun adventure.  So without further ado... I'm off for mine.  But it involves a pile of clean laundry to be dealt with, a bed to make, and a dog to walk...