Friday, May 30, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
And here she is reminding us once again that for kids the box never fails to be the best part of any oversized gift item.
On the Saturday after her birthday the four of us drove to Kaneohe to visit Farrell's Ice Cream Parlour -- a place I can guarantee John and I were about a thousand times more excited to visit than the kids were, if only because as children he and I both secretly dreamed of taking up permanent residence in its ice cream storage freezers and never ever going home again to the land of pot roasts and Brussels sprouts, yet somehow a place neither of us had ever had chance to visit.
Everything was nice and festive until the birthday girl realized, after a ship's bell near our table was rung loudly enough to silence the entire restaurant, that the pinstriped wait staff was about to serenade her. In person. While looking at her.
Below, you can witness the delicious misery unfold.
*Not that she'd know who this is (was), or anything...
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Immediately after this she opened the gifts they had sent her, one by one, in front of the camera.
Then, perhaps distracted by the surfeit of new toys at her disposal or just preparing to fully embrace the bipolar nightmare that is being three years old, she received their second round of birthday singing a little less graciously when, instead of folding her hands gently over her mouth again, she cupped them over her ears and shouted:
"This is hurting my ears!"