Three is a magic number, but not enough to make me clever this morning, or clear headed. I’ve caught Fern’s cold and am also run down from a week of balls to the wall present making. (Which still isn’t finished. We believe in birthday WEEKS around here). So here’s a glimpse of Saturday’s festivities, and I’ll just keep my sneezes to myself.
One of the reasons I’m grateful for growing up in the 70s…the mysteries of life with your Saturday morning cartoons.
A man and a woman had a little baby. Yes they did. They had three ee ee in their family.
And then that baby spent her third birhtday hiding from her party and trying to rangle her pinata candy out of her brother’s sticky hands.
This year we skipped the hipsters at Dolores Park and set it up close to home, at Duboce.
We had a present theme this year, and gift time was great, filled with generosity and fun. Leo made sure that she opened all her presents by screaming in her face, “Fern! Fern! Open this one, here, open it!”. I’m thankful that three is still oblivious enough to not blink an eye at such things. I think poor Leo was still decompressing from his first week at Kindy.
Uncle Shane got me good at present time. As we opened his gift, he mumbled, it’s kinda more for you than for Fern,
We had gone in search of items to outfit Fern’s big gift at the Alemany Flea Market. I saw this wonderful little cuckoo clock, and thought it would go with her theme nicely, but hemmed and hawed. It was $15, which is a lot of dough in my world, and I needed to allocate my money wisely. So I walked away from it, and then went back 1/2 hour later, decisive in my desire. But it was gone. So I spent the next two hours bitching and moaning every 10 minutes, eventually just sadly muttering “Cuckooooo” under my breath.
Turns out the little imp had bought it for us when we weren’t looking. I was totally chagrinned. And pleased too. (The girl on the swing is the time keeping mechanism. She bounces up and down.)
It was a beautiful day, and we were overcome with gratitude for our friends and family that turned out. Parties are difficult for me, being an introvert that likes my dose of people at a ratio of one person/per two hours. Fern too, despite having talked about her upcoming celebration for a week, hid from her own party. Maybe like mother like daughter, perhaps just a phase. I feel lucky that folks love us, regardless.
A couple other things from the past week…
I made acorn biscuits.
Acorn biscuits with honey labneh made with sheep’s yogurt. Fern ate six. I was going to post you the recipe, but all I can think about right now are my sinuses and the bass drum in my head.
The other thing…much to my delight, and dismay, the outfit post is making a comeback. We all know this is not my forte, and somehow I rarely remember to take pictures to document such things. So, in celebration of my own awkward self-consciousness, here is my attempt at getting better at such things.
Also, while I have worn better outfits to showcase it, I really wanted to give props to one of the awesome give-aways I won recently (yes…one of…I’m under a lucky star right now!!). Violet Bella was giving away this purse made by non other than Ms. Sadie Deluxe of Lost Boys and Lovers. I had just recently begun following Laura when she offered this up. It is not common for me to win such things, but I entered just the same. And whaddya know? My wardrobe for the past two weeks has revolved around this bag.
Well kids, I hope to post about Fern’s gift before her next birthday. So stay tuned for that next week, and hopefully this Friday will feature some foraging I’m heading out to do right now, handkerchief in hand.