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| As close as Ginny would get. |
With the exception of the Roughrider game, we had a great weekend. Julie and I were able to attend my Christmas party and the new sitter did great. Even though (surprise, surprise) our middle child pulled some fast stuff at bedtime and CeCe was a bit unsettled later on, we were still able to stay out until midnight. The supper was great and the dessert table was to die for. The entertainment was a game show and it was fun for a while, just went on a bit too long. That was followed by a dance and Karaoke. I sang 'Sweet Caroline' and was waiting for my Waylon song to come when the phone rang. CeCe was awake and not settling. Oh well, it was good while it lasted. We arrived home to find all quiet, the sitter rocking CeCe and trying to get her back to sleep. Did I mention I was impressed with her?
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| I want a doll house... |
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| I'll stare you down old man. |
Sunday evening brought the kids' party. The girls were beside themselves all day long. We were barely home from church and they were asking if it was time yet. It was held at the Fun Factory and the girls did have a blast. There is this whole jungle gym set-up with slides, tunnels, ball pits. Ginny turned out to be a bit short for a couple of spots. There was this one spot where a slide came down into a ball pit and then there was this tunnel to crawl out of. The only problem was that she couldn't get up into the tunnel. So when I came to check on her, here she was stuck in this ball pit dead end. Poor thing. This meant that I had to go in though. I managed to get through the tunnel and fish her out and gave her strict instructions not to head that way again. "Why not?" was the response I got. Good question. We had supper and then Santa came. Ginny was having nothing to with him. I'm proud to say we had the only child that freaked out and screamed when trying to be coerced into sitting on Santa's lap. Even CeCe did good. She tried to stare him down, didn't crack a smile, but there were no tears. The gifts they got were awesome too.
The other day I was wearing a Tshirt with the Superman symbol on the front. I have had the shirt for a long time, just hadn't worn it in forever. I don't think Ginny had ever seen it. (This is another one of those examples of how doomed I am, being the only guy in the house.) I was trying to explain to Ginny what it was - the S for Superman. She just didn't get it. The next day she told me that she like my jewel shirt. Need I say more.
Jorja has informed us that everything she knows she has learned 'from Kindergarten and commercials.' The more time we spend in the toy aisles before Christmas the more I am inclined to believe her. They always love to push all the buttons on everything and see what wondrous noises things make. When something doesn't work, she says, "Batteries not included." Later.
