Brittany turns two
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This year the theme was ladybugs. There were ladybug balloons, ladybug presents and ladybug cake. Much to Brittany's fascination, Susie even showed up with ladybug toes.
But the real show stopper came from my parents. Mom and Pop sat at home in a two-person production line for quite some time that morning. The result? Ladybug snacks. The bugs go marching four by four, hurrah, hurrah.
We feasted. I supplied the vino. And after, grandpa took some time out to share a plate of fruit with the birthday girl. For my part, I rued the lesson of too much bouncy house after cake.
The activities wound down with the daylight. How does one conclude such a joyous festival of the bug? Why, gratuitous pesticide, of course.
With her batting arm all warmed up, the crowd decided to tempt little Brittany with more and better targets. "Look, honey. Uncle Steve is a ladybug, too. Go get him!" Me?!? Hey, wha? No! Pixie! These aren't ladybug antennae. I'm a pix-aiieeeeeeee...
This year the theme was ladybugs. There were ladybug balloons, ladybug presents and ladybug cake. Much to Brittany's fascination, Susie even showed up with ladybug toes.
But the real show stopper came from my parents. Mom and Pop sat at home in a two-person production line for quite some time that morning. The result? Ladybug snacks. The bugs go marching four by four, hurrah, hurrah.
We feasted. I supplied the vino. And after, grandpa took some time out to share a plate of fruit with the birthday girl. For my part, I rued the lesson of too much bouncy house after cake.
The activities wound down with the daylight. How does one conclude such a joyous festival of the bug? Why, gratuitous pesticide, of course.
With her batting arm all warmed up, the crowd decided to tempt little Brittany with more and better targets. "Look, honey. Uncle Steve is a ladybug, too. Go get him!" Me?!? Hey, wha? No! Pixie! These aren't ladybug antennae. I'm a pix-aiieeeeeeee...
