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Lucy and Alice's birthday party was last Sunday and woo boy was it the fastest birthday party I've ever been to let alone hosted. Seriously, it was like this: eat *blink* cake *blink* whirl-around-in-a-frenzy-and-try-to-talk-to-all-your-guests-but-fail-miserably *blink*. Hosting fail. Lucy and Alice were in their own little worlds which was nice because I was afraid at any moment someone would look at them and they would give *that look*, the one that says "initialize meltdown, in 3..2..1" but it never happened. Alice did try to squeeze her face in to my armpit when everyone sang Happy Birthday because she's shy like that but she did incredibly well otherwise. Lucy's smile melted the cake off the table. and so forth.
On their actual birthday, Wednesday, we took them out for a fancy Italian lunch at Rosas in Pismo Beach. (With linens and bread and oil and vinegar and fine china..FANCY!) They had butternut squash ravioli, broccoli fettuccine alfredo, cantaloupe, and white brownies with ice cream for dessert. They must have known that it was super fancy because they were being extra cute...like oooh! if I'm extra cute maybe poor mommy and daddy will get a discount on this plate of 4 cantaloupe slices that the cook fanned out and placed curled thin slices of lime over the top of each slice when mommy had just meant please bring me a bowl of chopped up cantaloupe so that I can hack it in to a million even smaller pieces to let my babies eat with their fingers. But oh the fancy sure was fun! Until the bill came and I was like WHAAA?? when it said we owed them $8.75 for that fancy cantaloupe plate. o.O Turns out they don't offer a "side of fruit" but they have an appetizer of prosciutto and cantaloupe so I guess when I asked "do you have a side of fruit?" and the waitress said "we have cantaloupe!" she meant the prosciutto and cantaloupe appetizer minus the prosciutto, but didn't want to take the time to adjust the bill to reflect that we did not order prosciutto with our cantaloupe. For the record, they were more than happy to cut the price in half since it wasn't technically the "prosciutto and cantaloupe" appetizer after I "complained" nicely. Now that you have read the words prosciutto and cantaloupe more times in one paragraph than you probably have all year, I'll give it to you one more time: prosciutto and cantaloupe! Side note: the cantaloupe (there it is again!) was super sweet and delicious.
We decided the night before that we wanted to do something fun and different on their birthday, something we could make a tradition, so we got all mushy and decided to release balloons at the ocean on the cliff where Stephen and I were married, at the exact time they were born. This may be reeking of sentiment, but damn it if we didn't need that moment to just kind of exhale and say we did it. right the F on. In the next years it will be so much more about them but for now we were satisfied to just have the girls there, holding them tight as we recognized how frikkin' far we have come in the last year (and a half). And anyway, why worry about balloons flying away when there are SEAGULLS and PELICANS to point and yell at. More fun than fancy plates of cantaloupe (minus the prosciutto).
Lucy
Loves banana pancakes and cheesy toast. Has recently discovered the word "uh oh." Will push her sister out of her way or bite her in the face or arm with this matter-of-fact look on her face, like, what? this is what sisters do. Loves to put blankies or washcloths over her face, babble in baby talk underneath them (we think she's saying "where's Lucy?? where did Lucy go?" since that's what we usually say to her) and then throw the cloth down and crack up when we act all surprised and say BOO! There she is!
Alice
Makes this face a lot recently. Too funny to replace with a "pretty" photo of her. I LOVE IT. Loves to eat anything she can pick up with her fingers. Being spoonfed is so 6 months ago. Hates oatmeal. Everything is "Gah-bum!" especially food. Loves to randomly squeal or blow raspberries in the air for no apparent reason. Dances to nearly anything with a beat.
Where did my teeny babies go??