Moot Thoughts & Musings

Thanks, everyone, for all your nice b-day wishes.

As promised, I will recount the happy narrative of the weekend. My bday was officially Sunday, but I had to celebrate Birthday Eve on Saturday. Waking up bright and early to help my friend with her yard sale, I thought I'd brighten 'the way too early for Sat morning' feeling I had and go to my favorite bakery beforehand, my birthday being the excuse I needed for this rare extravagance. Let me tell you, folks, this bakery is a real, live French boulangerie. It is the closest thing I have found to the real thing in this country. It even smells right. It is so divine!!! I got three pain au chocolat and three croissant, a real baguette (they were warm) (as in not some American pseudo-French imitation--as in the crust was crisp and made your jaw work!), and a mini-baguette (more like a large roll) for Sunday's communion. So my friend and I and her Curly-Heads greatly enjoyed our treat sitting in the cool morning breeze at her yard sale. It actually was quite pleasant, sitting in the sunshine all morning with nothing to do but watch a yard sale and cute kids running around, sipping tea and eating croissants.

While we were in our comfy lawn chairs soaking in the spring rays, Chris came by with a familiar looking paper bag. He had gone to the bakery, too!! We never go there--it's been since Christmas, I think--and here we both go on the same day! It was so sweet of him, because, of course, he was thinking of a nice bday treat. He got me beautiful flowers, too. And had picked a chick-flick dvd for my present. It's important to mention that it's a chick-flick, because it shows how little he was thinking of himself. But it's actually one that I didn't really want to see much less own, because it just looks so dumb, so we went by Blockbuster and exchanged it, and I picked out The Hours, which is SUCH a good movie, and the score is by Philip Glass, who I love.

In the evening we went up to Baton Rouge where Erica (my colleague at LSU) and her husband had us over for dinner. She made her famous black bean enchiladas, which I love, with chocolate cupcakes and mint frosting for dessert. And virgin margaritas for dessert...they actually tasted more like Italian ice. Tequila really matters in a margarita, but as I have issues with under-age drinking for Ellis, we forwent the tequila. We had a great time with them, as usual. It's a pity that we live 85 miles apart in two different cities, and it's always worth it when one of us makes the effort to close the gap and visit. Chris and I had good car time, too. I used to wonder why my parents went for drives some evenings. I never realized what a great time for talking being in the car is, and we don't even have any kids born yet! (The card Erica got me is PERFECT, and I'll have to scan it later, because I just love it! But it's in the car, and I don't feel like getting it now. so stay tuned)

On Sunday, we remembered to set our clocks so were on time for church. Go us (me)! For lunch the Hamiltons (aforementioned of the yard sale) had us over and their Curly-Heads had planned a little party very carefully. They picked a little pink rose plant to give me and a pink happy birthday balloon. They picked out this cake with big, red frosting roses on it (which they promptly fought over--"'Nette, can I have the big flower?!"--cake-cutting time).

And, this is the best part, they made these really nice birthday cards. Curly-Head age 2 was especially proud of her picture, because now she's like her big sisters and can make pictures. Curly-Heads age 4 and 5 are learning how to read and write and are pretty good at sounding out words and getting them right. But, I have to admit, sometimes the sounding-out-words thing may get them in trouble sometimes. You see, their parents are from the UK, and their dad has the kind of accent in which if there's an "a" sound at the end of a word it sounds like "er"; hence "soder" and "pizzer" (some of our faves). If you look closely at the card, you'll see that a "harppy birthday" is being wished to me by Curly-Head age 4. When I realized this, Chris and I just died laughing.

So I had a very nice 27th birthday. It's fun to think that next year we'll have the little guy with us.

For now, though, school plows along. And that's pretty much on what I'm trying to focus every waking moment that contains an ounce of energy. So sorry if my blog is a bit lack-lustre for awhile.