My mom and I have been working feverishly for days trying to create an e-vite for my birthday party. You would think it would be easy but it really is not. We did a combination of birthday invitations (cards for those who don't use computers, and e-vite for the modern folk - which clearly does not include us) mostly because we are running out of time. My great-grandmother sent me two packs of cards to mail out so I have been working on those too. We had really hoped to include this photo of me on the e-vite but got stuck with a generic image. This photo was taken at the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center on April 11. My mom cropped it recently (she is smart enough to do that!). You can tell that it was a special day because my dad licked my hair down to tame it. My mom says "don't lick the hair down . . . we don't live in Oklahoma." Plus, my dad should know that, in this day and age, you don't use saliva for grooming purposes. My mom says in the movie Fahrenheit 9/11, there is a horribly disgusting scene where Paul Wolfowitz (Wolfie) licks his comb to fix his greasy hair. gross. so gross. Wolfie is just a terrible man . . . one of the architects of the war in Iraq. Shame on him. While we are passing out scorn: shame on BP, and shame on the State Board of Education.
I have this photo in a frame beside my bed and I look at how cute I am every morning when I wake up. It makes me giggle.
My updates for the week: Marcie kindly agreed to fix the blanket that Tuesday tattered. On Thursday, I learned a new trick; I can now climb stairs. There is no stopping me now.
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