Quotables
So a couple of weeks ago Judah decided to tell us a bedtime story. It goes exactly as follows:
“Once upon a time, there were a lot of fives. That’s for we do that, together. OK. Goodnight. Goodbye.”
Last night, while I was in the living room nursing Killian, Joshua was trying to get Judah ready for bed, and I heard this exchange take place:
Judah, highly excited: “Daddy, look! I found this - I found this book today! I found it!”
Daddy, very curious: “Where did you find it?”
Judah, still highly excited: “On my bookcase!”
Daddy, not so much excited: “That’s fantastic. Now put it away.”
Best quote from this weekend:
We had most of our family in town for Killian’s first birthday party and baby dedication this past weekend, although his official birthday isn’t until tomorrow (tomorrow!!), this past weekend was the best one for some family members. Saturday night we were all trying to find a place we could all eat at.
Together.
All 11 of us.
At 7 p.m.
On a Saturday.
With no reservations.
In the Haight.
Right….
Everyone was congregated in front of Memphis Minnie’s, trying to decide what to do - should we stay or should we go? - and I went up and down the block peeking into restaurants to see if any place could seat all us right then. I called Wiff to report I had a found a Thai place that looked nice and affordable and had plenty of room, and heard him ask around to the rest of group, “How’s Thai food sound.” My sister responded with, “I don’t like Chinese.”
D’oh! I crack up every time I think about it.
Second best quote, and I wasn’t even there, was Saturday morning as Joshua was taking Lacey, Katie and Josh across the Golden Gate Bridge to pick up Brad. They were stopped at a light at Fulton and the Great Highway, when the light turned green and Joshua pulled out a little bit, only to stop for the pedestrians crossing the street… you see where this is going? Yeah. Well the guy behind them didn’t stop and plowed into the back of our car, breaking a tail light, the bumper, and denting the back door.
They all agreed not to tell me what happened until after the party, knowing, of course, I was already going to be a stress puppy and not wanting to add another layer right before 30 people showed up to my house.
Lacey said something along the lines of, “And definitely don’t tell her until she’s frosted the cake.”
And once you see a picture of this cake, you will understand why. Speaking of, I’ve got to clear some space off of my computer before I can load any more pictures, so the photoblog is on a necessary hiatus for right now. Sorry. I’m working on it….