Birthday Bash and A Smashed Toe!

The boys' birthday party was so much fun! Please observe the cake of wonder.. complete with rainbow, Yoda, R2, and Luke, sittin' on a cloud... (for die hard fans, we DID bury his lightsaber in a frosting cloud a la the Hoth/Wampa scene..) not sure if you can see that here..

Despite Logan being returned home early from Honey (Grandma Linda) 's house for crummy attitude, the day was a glowing sucess. Logan attended the party in his pajamas, being the "cozy monster" that he is.. I just couldn't say "no" to that. So he ran around in his batman jammies and Gray was all dressed up, OH WELL!

I was once again, awestruck by the generosity and fun of our friend-group.. people came wearing Princess Leia braids, people brought amazing toys and gifts ranging from Lighsabers to Geodes to books to every nuance of the Star Wars universe, replicated in plastic for our enjoyment! And enjoy them we do.

The kids seemed genuinly gobsmacked by how many things they got, and I was happily surprised at how much they LOVED each item.. it was pretty cute. Jeremy headed up a Star Wars game, that I never totally understood, but the kids seemed to love it.

Thank you one and all for coming and sharing the day with us!

Five short years ago, I'd sit for hours breastfeeding two babies and thinking, "I wonder what they will be like when they are five" and "Shit, they missed the cutoff for kindergarten.. oh well" and lots of cute stuff like that. Now I think "Hm. I wonder what they will be like when they are 10.." and "I am going to make them have a LOT more chores than Max had" and many other wise thoughts.

Gray, as Vader:

Logan, as Boba Fett

The moment:

So the next day, in a flurry of helpfulness.. getting down boxes of papers to help deal with closing down Jer's Dad's accounts- a box got out of my grip, and brought a computer down with it in my garage. ON my big toe. Barefoot. So.

My toe is broken. This is not helpful. This is not funny or cute.

I have never broken a bone before, and almost made it to FORTY without doing so... but not quite. Actually, it's pretty fine now, after a week, so I'm sure it will heal up fast. The biggest problem with it, is I have been confined to the house for a week, on percoset, with a laptop, creating trouble.

Here is a short list of my terrific ideas that I came up with last week, while "resting my foot":

1. Let's get rid of all our couches and get new ones that I find on craigslist.
   
   
2. Let me email Jer three hundered craigslist links PER DAY while he is at work.



3. I know! Let's be a dog foster home!! I will fill out this online application without consulting even one other family member about this! Man, I am having the BEST ideas!


4. I think I need a new mantle/desk/shelf/organizer.. I shall not rest until I find one on craigslist or freecycle.


5. I am going to lock the cat inside so she can keep me company



6. Let's only buy things from craigslist that require a long drive into a scary part of north Marysville, where the roads are not even paved, and there are signs about "meat for sale" along the side of said unpaved road.
   

Max babysat for us Sunday night just for a few hours, so Jer and I could have a "date" which was WAY overdue, and MUCH appreciated, thank you Max! We drank mango pineapple margaritas, then wandered drunkenly in Lowes, looking at flooring solutions for the kitchen. It was perfect. There are not too many people that can debatet the finer points of seventeen different shades of IVORY.. like Jer and I can.. it's all very important. Is it the right vibe? The right tone? The right feel? We had each other cracking up and had not just wandered and LOOKED at stuff in so long... it was wonderful.

We decorated for Halloween today, the kids were SO HAPPY! I am in denial that my 40th birthday is coming up on the 22nd of this month.. it just doesn't seem possible. We are getting the twins pics taken this week, and maybe even in their Halloween costumes.

My mom came today and took my ironing, (which she does whever I am injured, pregnant or really sick) and I am grateful and embarrassed, but I am almost forty and still can't/won't fold a fitted sheet properly. I even cut out a diagram from a magazine to help me, but shoot. Oh well. I think it's a question of motivation, but not totally sure.

At any rate, we are all cozed up, Jer is out to get new movies, and I am icing my toe like the great, and dutiful patient that I am. So as long as I write in this blog, I am not cruising craigslist.. replacing everything we have with something almost exactly like it.