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December 07, 2004
We Partied Like It Was 1999
I am going to fast forward through the part where I had a meltdown on Thanksgiving and almost changed my mind about retiring. I am all better now.
Last Thursday was Seth's 3rd birthday. He is absolutely not a baby anymore. He has this little mickey mouse voice with the vocabulary of an eight year old. He tells me things like "thanks mom, I really appreciate that". He is so gol-darn cute that I have to force myself not to laugh at him while he is talking to me. And he talks, and he talks and he talks. Oy. There is no silence in my life what-so-ever. On his birthday, Eleonore (his nanny) took Seth and I to her house for a traditional Sicilian lunch. Her mother is literally the essence of an Italian mama. She doesn't speak any English but we manage to get along just fine, thanks to the language of food. Seth, on the other hand, understands a shocking amount of Italian. He calls Eleonore's dad, "grandpa". Grandpa speaks streams of Italian, of which, I can guess the context, but Seth obviously not only understands it, but answers back "si" or "no" at the appropriate moments. Anyway, Eleonore gave Seth this huge plastic front loader that is beyond cool. You can see it in the picture link at the bottom of this post.
Saturday was another party but this time it was a grown up party. YAY! It was a semi-formal holiday party for the hospital. I got all dolled up in a mini dress and high heels and came downstairs. Seth took one look at me at said, with huge eyes, "mom, you a gwirl!" hahahahahhahahahahaha Shhhhhhh, don't let the secret out. I think it is a compliment that A. I am one of the guys and that B. I looked pretty. As much as I complain about being forced to look like a girl, it is actually fun every once in awhile.
Sunday was a surprise birthday party for my boss's 40th birthday. She is six months older than me and has been in the Navy nearly as long. We have been giving her hell about being old but we have decided that "old" is always going to be defined as at least ten years older than what you are at the moment. The best part was that the party was the second grownup function in two days. That is officially more grownup time than I have had in several years!
Posted by DebC at December 7, 2004 08:19 PM