Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Let's Celebrate!

Little Guy and Sunshine celebrated a birthday today. Except it wasn't Little Guy's birthday. And it wasn't Sunshine's birthday. It was Tim's birthday. Or at least it will be tomorrow. He turns 30! Uh-oh.

Gran made him candy. He likes candy. Little Guy likes candy too but he didn't get to eat any. Mama bought him a book. It was filled with devotions about God. Tim loves God. Little Guy loves God too! Granddaddy took everyone out to eat. It was really, really good.

Little Guy, Sunshine and Mama got to play with Andrew. He's three. Andrew is a really good quarterback, He even runs the football in and scores touchdowns. Little Guy and Sunshine ran with him. Mama cheered for everyone. Granddaddy played football too. Andrew threw it right to him and he caught it -- most of the time anyway. Little Guy loves to play football, even when Sunshine tackles him hard.

Andrew read Mama a book. And they played with remote-control trucks! Little Guy chased them around. It was so much fun. Annabelle didn't like all the noise. She's a cat. She wishes everyone would go away.

Granddaddy took everyone out to eat. It was really good. Little Guy and Sunshine ordered half sandwiches and chicken and rice. It was good. Matthew had mac and cheese. He's 10 months old. He eats with his hands. Little Guy thinks that's funny. He wants to teach Matthew how to eat with his tongue. Mama shook her head no so he just watched Matthew make a mess. It was okay. Matthew's Mama just wiped it all up.

Everyone got ice cream for dessert. Mama's ice cream was on a teeny little cone. It was striped with vanilla and chocolate. Little Guy and Sunshine had vanilla ice cream in a cup. Mama doesn't let them eat chocolate.

Little Guy and Sunshine had lots of fun but they were very tired. They slept all the way home.

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