Today Auntie Barbara and Dylan came over for a quick little get together for Joey's Birthday.
We all were in the living room and ask Joey if he wanted to open his presents. So we had their birthday offerings along with some gifts sent by Grandma Cindy, Grandpa Jack, and Aunt Elisa all ready for pillaging... when Joey said "Wait!!"
Then, with much animation... he began waving his arms and said very loud "We need the birthday cake and the candles and the fire! (pronounced "pire").
Joey always insists that things are done in a certain way. Wonder where he gets that?
Yesterday's birthday trip to Schlitterbahn for Joey ended with our first real "lost child" experience.
Daddy had trekked back to the locker area to get our possessions while the boys were enjoying a pirate ship water slide. Mommy and our friend Stephanie were keeping an eye out.
When I returned we couldn't locate Milo at all. We spent at least twenty minutes walking around the area trying to spot him and struck out. Irene finally went to the customer service area and asked "Has anyone reported a los.... "
She got about that much out before the woman at the counter stepped to the side to expose Milo sitting and eating a sandwich and a cookie. He apparently had time to color a picture too.
Based on the pieced-together testimony of a 5 year old.. he got hungry and forgot where we were so he went up to a 'lady' and said "I'm hungry." Further testimony included such facts as: he did tell them that he couldn't find mommy and daddy; he told the lady his name AND mommy and daddy's names; and that they offered him a pickle but he didn't eat it.
He later confessed that he did get a little scared and cried a little, but all-in-all... we ended up in good shape I'm thankful that he's learned what to do if he can't find us.
Whew... Aside from that - still a great Birthday excursion for Joey!
Today's breakfast had an unusual twist. Joey was enjoying some sort of fudge-filled pop tart pastry. When I saw him walking to his room I noticed a smudge near his ankle that was.... well... brown, dry, and crusty.
I said "Oh my God... Joey, what the hell is on your ankle? Is it poop?"
"Nah... " he said confidently, "It's pop tart!" Then he twisted around almost trying to moon me and pointed to his little behind with his thumb and said "Poop is in my butt!"