And there is nothing like a birthday party to make me feeling like barfing

Oh my, I have hosted, cleaned up after, and eaten my way through my 2nd birthday party this month.  It serves me right for only procreating during two basic times per year, because I have 2 kids with birthdays in June and 2 within 3 weeks of each other in Nov/Dec.  This, of course, makes you wonder what I was up to at the end of September and around Valentines Day. Clearly my eggs only dropped twice a year.  I am nothing if not predictable.

Today's festive event was held at the sanitarium called "Captain Kids." Complete with a butt burning molten lava slide (I kid you not, my child used his sweater after the first attempt and has what I can only call 'rug burn' on his rear), this place was a true mecca for germs and sweaty fun.  Party started at noon and by 3:00 pm my children were begging to go home.

To survive I ate the delicious cake I baked, complete with 4 different colors of icing in "Wiggles" colors and paced.  I also dished out a hefty dose of GermX everytime anyone came near me or the baby.

My 4 year old had a great time for the most part, but he really just wanted to be at home playing with his toys.  This is the first true taste of personality that I've seen from him. I predict a homebody in this one.

Just a personal side here: I'd like to say something about my little Wiggly J before I let the thought go. I was upset when I became pregnant with him, because it was unplanned and life was so stressful to begin with.  As time went on, I became more used to the idea, but when they handed me that baby on December 1st four years ago, I was just as surprised as if I was told I was pregnant that day. Here I had a perfect little baby that I hadn't asked for, and I could have flipped out over how lucky I felt at that moment. My little Wiggle has been a gem straight through the past four years, and although he's at that age where he's always right and I am always wrong, I wouldn't change a hair on his head.  He has expressive eye brows, a big vocabulary (that's not really appropriate mom), and a way of naming colors after his favorite music (I'll take a blue Anthony crayon) that is just beyond amazing. I was lucky then, I'm lucky now. Enough said.

I completed 1000 words today.  I was just inspired, sat down, and finished Chapter 3.  I could have done some freelance work, which I am going to do now, but instead I wrote for fun.  After today, it was a great relief. I loved it.  This is the first time ever, ever, ever that I've had a person in me shouting to get their story told. I write about her as though she is trapped inside of me trying to get out, and its just  a thrill to get it on paper.  Not to say that the first draft isn't going to be complete crap, but it's so fun to see it out there.

Good night!