My Peeps Read My Blog?

Who knew?  I thought I was typing for therapy or just to keep a record of the daily doings . . . like today, when I actually heard myself say, "Girls, sit down and eat your fries and your ice cream."  It was so funny to hear, that I had to repeat myself a few times.  "Come on girls, lets eat your fries and your ice cream.  Don't just eat your ice cream, eat your fries, too."  In my defense, they had already eaten a delicious home made veggie beef stew and then went for a little after dinner walk.  I had meant to serve the fries with the soup, but they took longer than I expected, so I served them with the ice cream that I had promised, in order that they would eat the stew!  I hate using bribery, but it totally works when it comes to food for ice cream.  Will Eat Food For Ice Cream - that's what the sign should say on Cecilia.  She will do anything for ice cream.  I've never met anyone with such a sweet tooth, except for my cousin Hayley.  That kid has always had a sweet tooth.  

I went to the Sweet Tooth/Meat Tooth wedding of the century over the weekend.  Hayley and Doug tied the knot in an awesome boathouse in Wash Park.  It was a really nice crowd.  Everyone wore black, and looked totally awesome.  Hayley was beautiful, inside and out, as usual and lots of sweet family were there.  It was good to see everyone, although I never feel like I get enough.  When I'm always chasing after Francesca and Cecilia, I never feel like I get to finish a conversation or train of thought, but I guess such is life with wee ones.  At one point, Cecilia was standing at the balcony, watching some kids feed the ducks below.  She watched them for awhile and then I turned for about 5 seconds to talk to someone and she was gone.  I thought, "No, way would that little sh*t be able to figure out how to go out the stairs and around the building to the lake . . . "  I made it down the stairs, and there she was, milling around, trying to find her way to the ducks.  She's not afraid of getting too far from me.  I missed the band at the wedding.  I heard that Reverend Dead Eye was great.  Since I didn't get to hear him play, I must say, love the doo.  And the drum decor was cool, too.  OH and the food was totally fab.  When I was young, it used to really bug me when people went somewhere and came back and just yacked about the food.  I was like, "You went to Greece and all you can talk about was the food?"  But being older and wiser and hungrier, I know that if you go somewhere, like a foreign country or a foreign town or a party and the food is bad or there's not enough food, then that pretty much means that you have a bad time.  My friend Olivia went to Cuba and tried all the food there was to try . . . and got deathly ill from some too raw goat sandwich and it ruined a bit of the trip, but I do recall that she said, "that was a f*ckin' good sandwich."  So the food was super yummy and the cake was super yummy, the peeps were super yummy and so the time was super yummy.  Since I left the party early, I daydreamed a toast in my head that would have gone something like this, "Hayley and Doug - like your friend that married you said, it is hard to separate the two of you.  You've been together since High School.  I remember when Kathie was telling us that Hayley's boyfriend was Mr. Ft. Collins or something, at their high school.  He had won a talent contest as an Elvis impersonator or something?  Did he have a job as an Elvis impersonator?  I can't recall, but the point is that I really admire your individuality AND your togetherness.  I admire your sweet and kind natures.  You always greet people with a smile and a warm and loving heart and I love that about you, both.  You just ooze this genuine goodness and it flows from you and warms my heart.  Keep rockin' and I hope to see more of you in the future . . . like a baby . . . that would be more of you."  Ha!  Ha!  I can't help it . . . I'm a breeder and all we breeders care about is our offspring and telling everyone else to have some offspring.  So I must get to bed, before I launch into a full on assault about the awesomeness of parenting, like when Uncle Damon, Auntie Desi and Cecilia and I were sitting outside enjoying a snack today when, Francesca suddenly bolted to the tree, jerking down her pants but not in the nick of time, and then tried to stop the pee with her hand, spraying pee everywhere, while we just sat there in shock, unable to react quickly enough to save her from the ordeal . . . that's just not the type of thing you can really enjoy if you're only hanging out with adults.  If one of your friends did that . . . it would lack a certain hilarity.  No?  But when a kid does it . . . oh man . . . magic . . . pure magic.  (Hey, she's only three.)  And she's so awesome, that after I stripped off her clothes and told her to run inside for some dry pants, she made a pitstop at the hose, to hose herself off in the freezing cold water.  Pure magic.