We're home!

Surgery went well. Other than having to wait for an hour before a nurse even came to get us from the waiting room, everything else was quick and smooth.

She is a real trooper. She's sleeping now. The pain is worse than she thought it would be, but that was to be expected. The Doc told us it would be worse than you thought.

So, the guys are going to the game tomorrow! I will stay home and watch movies with my wildchild. I just came home from the store with pudding, Popsicles, jello, yogurt smoothies and ice cream! I think the clerk thought I was just a LITTLE snack happy.

Thank you all for your well wishes. They mean a lot to me! I'm just glad it's over!


Paul, I can't believe you didn't get to eat cake on your birthday. 6 years old is an important age. How could they schedule surgery the same day as your birthday! MEAN I tell ya, just MEAN!



Love ya Paul!

The big day

Thank you all so much for your positive comments about my new look! That was very unexpected! You all are so very sweet to me! I just love ya all!

Today is the big day! We have to be at the hospital at 7:45am. That means I'll be up by 6 and on the road by 6:30! Did I mention I'm not a morning person? BLAH!

We should be home by noon. I might even have some time to update you all on the progress. Or I'll be sleeping. We'll just have to see.

Anyway, have a terrific day. I'm sure mine will be just wonderful!

The lazy way to answer comments!

Instead of commenting to the comments, I will answer you all here.

As much as I would love to think that the wildchild will be eating pizza after surgery, the doctor assures me that this will NOT be happening. Although I love all your enthusiasm, I seriously doubt the wildchild will be ready for a baseball game the day after surgery.

Seems the older you are the harder the surgery is for you. Doc says she must have zero activity for at least 10 days, but he is telling us that realistically she will probably be down for 2 weeks. Seems that the younger kids have a much easier time that teens do. The first few days we have to be careful that she doesn't start bleeding. I don't want to be at a baseball game, 3 hours away, if she starts bleeding.

So, as it stands right now, Bossman and the little man will be going to the game. The wildchild and I will stay home and watch on TV. If you happen to catch the game on TV, look for the handsome guy and the red head sitting behind home plate!

Anybody know how to deactivate that voodoo doll? Any potions or spells I can try? I know a lot of you are reading Harry Potter. Any ideas in there??

You can never be too careful!

Oh, one more thing.... Have none of you noticed my new look or do you all hate it??? Comment whore that I am, I would appreciate it if SOMEONE would mention my new look!
Don't feel guilty though. I wouldn't want anyone to feel obligated to tell me how beautiful my new template is. As a matter of fact, forget I even mentioned it.

Really, just forget all about it.

Thank you.

Update

Thank you all for your encouraging words and uplifting thoughts. I guess none of us are too happy with the health care system in the good ole' U - S of A. (sorry David for that 3am call, I was stressed out, I just started dialing random numbers..)

So, do you want the good news or the bad news first???

Hmmmm....

Ok, good news first. The wildchild is having the surgery on Tuesday. As in, THIS COMING TUESDAY! Yup, the 31st. Sounds good right?

Now for the bad news.

Bossman had gotten some VIP baseball tickets from a company that he does business with. These would be Dodger tickets. That would be the LA Dodgers against the San Francisco Giants. You know, the Giants with some guy named Barry Bonds, who they are still saying takes steriods, but is only 2 hits away from tying Hank Aarons record for home runs.

Anyway, we've had these tickets and have been planning to go to this game since April. Sounds like good news so far right???

The game is on August 1st.

Yep.

The day after the tonsil surgery.

Guess who doesn't get to go to the game?

With my luck, good ole' Mr. Bonds will break the record at that game.

Seriously people, whoever has the voodoo doll of me and is stabbing me in the heart repeatedly, could you please STOP!

I would appreciate it, very much.

Go directly to hell, do NOT collect 200 dollars!

Life just isn't fair. If you have an HMO (in case Paul doesn't know, HMO is a type of health insurance), you might has well go straight to hell without collecting your 200 dollars!

I THOUGHT the wildchild was getting her tonsils out on the 6th. I THOUGHT her pre-op stuff would be tomorrow! This is what I get for thinking!

Here's the scoop. About 6 years ago, we moved to a town about 20 miles away from our home town. Our home town is a fairly small town. The town we moved to is bigger and that is where Bossman works.

Anyway, we never changed the children's pediatrician. We LOVE our pediatrician. He is awesome. He is caring and knowledgeable and doesn't make me feel like a complete idiot. We've had him since the kids were born. We decided to keep him. Driving 20 miles to the doc isn't that big of a deal, besides, my kids are usually very healthy!

So, our doc recommended an ears, nose, throat, specialist for the wildchild. Did I say recommend? I meant referred. With HMO insurance EVERYTHING has to be referred. So, he referred us to 2 doctors in the small town. He can't refer us to someone in my town because they have no contract with anyone in my town. That's fine with me, like I said it's only 20 miles away. The first doc he referred us to is booked solid until 2020. Ok, not really that long, but we were going to have to wait until the end of July. The doc called to try and get her in earlier as the tonsils are the size of golf balls. No dice. They put us on the cancellation list, but after a week of waiting the doc suggested going to another doctor. So we call referred doc number 2. This time we only have to wait a week for an open appointment! Hooray! We get in to the doc last week. He is shocked by the size of the tonsils. He rushes the surgery and everything was set.

Now, brace yourself, here comes the problem. These docs are in the small town. They have a small, but nice hospital that they do the surgery out of. Guess what?

My HMO insurance does NOT have a contract with the hospital in this town. The day after the surgery was approved, it was revoked. That's right, it was CANCELED!

WHAT?! So, after calling everyone and their brother, (if your phone rang, it was probably me) I found out that we have to start OVER. We have to go to a larger city that is 50 miles away. BUT, we have to get an appointment with the specialist first.

Who said I wanted a do-over??? I didn't.

This all happened last week. After complaining to everyone I could think of, I got an appointment for today! I'll be trekking the 50+miles to see this new specialist, so they can take 5 minutes to look down her throat and say, "Yes, Grace, the other doctors were correct, those tonsils need to be taken out." Then we will make an appointment for the surgery.

Of course, this means there will be a pre-op appointment that I will have to take her too. Did I mention that it is 50+miles away? Then there will be the actual surgery. Did I mention that I will have to drive 50+ miles for that too? Does anyone realize how much gas costs here in CA? Oh, lets see, right now, it's about 3.40 a gallon.

On top of the whole mess is the fact that she is suppose to start school on the 15th. She is going to be a senior and she will just DIE if she can't go to school on the first day. (Ok, those were her words not mine) We had the surgery scheduled so she would be done by the time school started. NOW, who knows when they will schedule it.

I did some more complaining yesterday and the lady there said she would see if we could schedule the surgery so that she won't miss school.

With the way this is going, the poor wildchild will have tonsils the size of golf-balls until she's 30.

At least by then, she can handle her OWN insurance problems!

Ahhhhh...the joy of parenting! Ain't it great?!

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grace

Now where did I put the baby?

Is that cat licking her chops???

The good, the bad and the ugly

The good

The children spent the night and grandma's house this past Saturday night. Of course if you are anything like me, you immediately think there's a spanking in the forecast. Sorry to say, there was NO spanking in the forecast. There was a lot of spanking TALK, but as for a real live spanking, didn't happen.

Of course, now you are wondering, what's so good about that? Well, geez, let me get to the good part already!

With an evening spread before us with no children, the possibilities were endless. So we decided to be crazy and do something we never get to do. We went out to dinner! I KNOW, that may SOUND like it wasn't very crazy, but hey, we've been married for 18 years, that's about as crazy as it gets around here.

After the dinner, which was at the restaurant where we went on our very FIRST date, we decided to rent a movie. I KNOW, still not that crazy, but again, CRAZY for us. So we rented Superman returns. It was good. Not great, but not bad. I liked.

Now, comes the GOOD part. You can consider this the CRAZY part as well.

We decided to make love.

Outside.

In the back yard.

*On the trampoline.*

THERE! Is that good or crazy enough?

Oh my! That was really, really FUN!

We got a bunch of blankets and pillows and headed out the back door. We arranged the blankets and pillows in the middle of the tramp. We got very cozy under the blankets! After some touching and talking, we got down to some serious action.

Did I mention that the neighbors were having a party of some kind?

Oh, yeah, they were having a party.

We could hear some of the party guests heading out to their cars. They were talking, LOUD!

But you know, I didn't even care. I thought I would care. I thought it would be weird and I would be nervous about the whole thing, but NOPE. I was having FUN!

Ok, I'll admit, I was worried about making too much noise. So I had to keep my moaning and groaning inside. THAT was hard. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I tend to be kind of loud when having the big "O". So, I did try and keep quiet.

I think I did ok. I guess I could ask the neighbors if they heard any weird noises.

Nah...I don't want to know!


*Yes, that is our trampoline. Notice how close the neighbors house is to our fence. This was NOT the neighbors having the party. But you can see how crazy and bold we were that night!*

The bad

We were going to go to the beach yesterday. Actually, we did go to the beach yesterday. The beach looked a little like this:


Needless to say, we didn't stay at the beach very long.

The day turned out ok after all. We went to a lake that is inland and only about 30 miles from the beach. It was nice and sunny and we all got a sunburn! So, not so bad after all!

The ugly

The wildchilds tonsils are UGLY! They are as big as golf balls. We saw the doctor today and the surgery is scheduled for the 6th of August. They tell us that it only take 15 mins and she doesn't even stay in the hospital. It is an outpatient surgery and because of the new procedures there shouldn't be much pain. The doc has assured us that everything will be fine and she should be ready to start school on the 15th.

Thank you for reading the good, the bad and the ugly. Now, go shut off the computer and go make love on your trampoline! You know you want too!

A story written a LONG time ago!

Ok, so I’ve been slacking off. Is that such a sin? I know, as a housewife, that I’m supposed to keep up the house. I realize how lucky I am that I don’t have to go to work everyday. But can’t I take a little time off? I mean, I’m running the kids around and I think that if I don’t do the dishes or laundry that it will be ok. I mean, really, who’s it hurting? I’ll get it done soon. Besides, being on the internet and reading all the stories is much more fun than cleaning the dumb house.

Ok, so it’s hurting you. I realize you don’t have any clean socks and underwear. I guess you need those things. I know the bathroom is getting a little dirty. Do I have to clean it everyday? And the dishes. I realize the dishes are still dirty, but hey, they’ll be there tomorrow, right?

So now I’m standing in the corner of our room with my pants down around my knees. You feel I need to think about my laziness. I feel like your not being fair. You tell me to come over; it’s time for a spanking. I can’t keep my mouth shut; I have to ask “why?” Ok, ok, you don’t have to shout, I’m getting the picture. You’re not too happy with me. Ok, ok, I see your point; you like to wear clean socks and underwear everyday. Yes, yes, I guess it would help if there was a clean cup for your coffee, in the morning. Alright, I see your point about the bathroom; it really should be cleaned everyday so there aren’t a lot of germs. Yes, you’re right, what if company came over unexpectedly? How embarrassed would I be if they saw the dirty dishes and old newspapers in the living room?

Now I’m going over your knee. From my vantage point I can see the dirty clothes on the floor, glaring at me. The sheets from the bed are bunched up on the floor, making it hard to maneuver around the bedroom. Your finished talking to me, your hand is making the point very well on my behind.

Uh,oh, what now? You’ve stood me up and are leading me to the bathroom. Now you’re telling me to bend over the tub. What? Did you just say you were going to spank me in every room in the house? Surely I didn’t hear that. Ouch, now you’re spanking my bottom with my hairbrush. Oh geez, this is really starting to hurt. I hate that darn hairbrush. Oh man, with my head in the bathtub I can see this tub really has a lot of soap scum. Somebody really should clean the hair out of the drain! Ow, my bum, my poor bum. I think I’m beginning to see your point.

Whew, thank goodness you’ve stopped the assault on my behind. Now you’re leading me to the living room. I guess you weren’t kidding; you’re really going to spank me in every room in the house. Now you’ve pushed my over the couch, with my red behind nice and high. Oh no, that wasn’t your belt I heard. Yeeeeouch, yep, that’s your belt. From this vantage point, I can see what a mess this living room is. Geez, how long has it been since I’ve vacuumed the floor? Oh dear, I don’t know how much more of this my bottom can take.

Ok, I can’t see much through all my tears. Where are we off to next? Oh dear, looks like the kitchen. Now I’m being told to bend over the counter. Oh yuck, what’s this stuff on the counter? I really should have wiped the counter off this morning. Gross, the dishes don’t smell so great. I guess I should have taken the time to wash those. Oh, ouch, owie owie owie. What is that you’re using on my behind? Ow ow ow, it’s a wooden spoon, one of the few dishes still clean. Oh the sting that spoon is creating on my already sore behind, I don’t think I’ll be sitting for week.

Now where are we going? The garage? What’s in the garage? Oh, right, the washer and dryer. Bend over the dryer? Oh please, please, I think I’ve had enough! Apparently, you don’t think so, because you’ve pushed me over the washer. Ouch ouch ouch, my butt is on fire. Does that matter to you? No, you’ve got the paddle out, and have said there will be 10 swats with the paddle. What have you done to my bottom? Will I ever be able to sit again? I doubt it.

Finally, it’s all over. Have I learned my lesson? You bet! Will I slack off around the house again? Probably. But not for a long time.......

By the way, now I have to clean the house with no pants. Not that it matters much; I don’t think I could wear any anyway.

Time flies

Somehow, THIS.....




became.....




THIS!


My, my, how time flies!

Happy Birthday Eva!

"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born." - Anais Nin



"A Friend is someone who knows all about you and loves you anyway!!!"

Happy Birthday Friend!
grace

New occupation

Lately, I have a new little something to occupy my mind. With all that's going on around here, he's just the distraction I need.

He's just about the cutest thing you ever did see and he'll be 2 months old on July 11th. His poor mommy has to go back to work, so I get the privilege of taking care of him while his parents work.

He is my new nephew!

Let me tell you about a 2 month olds day.

1. He eats
2. He sleeps
3. He poops
4. He smiles

In that order!

Now aren't these the cutest little feet you've ever seen???

If only my wildchild were still this age, I could start all over. Wouldn't that be great?

Of course, if she were that age, I'd want to be the age I was when she was born...22 please!

Oh and God, if your listening, could you also work something out with the whole lotto thing? Maybe something like me winning, or something like that?

Thanks!

Life goes on

Thank you all for your amazing support and advice regarding the wildchild.

Don't worry, she's still alive. Killing her had crossed our minds, but I don't look good in orange or in stripes, so we decided that killing her wasn't such a good idea.

I should mention that she is not really grounded "forever". Forever is a really, really long time, and I can't have her around this house forever, she's already driving me crazy!

School starts on the 15th of August. Not only that, but most of her friends are on vacation anyway and aren't even around. The so-called-friend that she got drunk with hasn't even bothered to call or come by and see how my daughter is. Guess she isn't really that good of a friend.

Bossman and I are fine. We are getting along great. We don't really agree with how things should have been handled. He thinks we should be really really harsh with her, and I don't. So we have compromised.

The only thing that worries me is that he could be just giving in to me and will start resenting me for not being as strict as he would like. It doesn't seem like that is the case, but I do worry about it.

Well, life goes on.....

And on that note, I'd like to ask, why didn't you people warn me that when you get older odd little hairs start growing out of your chin?

I'm serious! If I wasn't a blonde*, I would have a beard! I have hairs that grow out long overnight, and then I have the one little hard gray hair that keeps popping up on my chin.

Is this really what growing old is all about? Is it really about chin hair and big ears and nose?

This growing old crap is really cramping my style. I feel like a little old woman checking her chin every 5 minutes to see if another hair has grown out. Frankly, if I let them grown long enough I could braid them and put a bead in it. Now THAT would be attractive!

*Did you know that blonde is also spelled blond? My spell checker doesn't like it spelled with an "e". But I think it looks weird spelled without.

The tidal wave that is my life

Life exploded and now we are cleaning up the aftermath. Thank you all for your good wishes that you sent my way. I needed them and they made me smile!

Anyway, on to the story.

My daughter decided to try alcohol. When my daughter tries something, she tries it in a big way. She went to spend the night at a friends house. Remember, she just got her license the week before. Bossman let her take his car. She was only going to be about a mile away. About 12:30 in the morning, Bossman wakes me up. The wildchild is home and she is drunk.

WHAT?

Apparently, the wildchild and her friend went down to 7-11 to hang out with boys. (no she wasn't in Bossmans car, the boys picked them up) The boys had vodka. I think it was vodka. Anyway, the offered her something to drink. She decided to have some. Why not? She was going to be at her friends house that night so we would never find out about it..right?

Except, she doesn't KNOW anything about alcohol. Remember her tonsils? Well, because her tonsils were still sore she hadn't had much to eat that day. MOST of us know what happens when you drink on an empty stomach....right? Of course, SHE didn't know that. We also know that vodka is STRONG! Again, she didn't know that.

So, she went home with her friend and promptly got violently ill. To the point where the friends parents got scared and brought her home.

By the time she got to our house she was a mess. She was stinking drunk and practically incoherent. She was cry and babbling about how someone spiked her water. So we thought someone HAD spiked her water. Apparently the "friend" told her to say that to us so she wouldn't get in trouble. Well, we weren't sure what the problem was with her. Oh, we knew she was drunk, but we didn't know if drugs were involved. So we took her to the hospital. Actually, Bossman called the ambulance. They took her to the hospital.

Turns out (thank god) that she was just drunk, there were NO drugs involved.

Alls well that ends well, right?

Wrong!

Of course she is grounded for life. She has no computer privileges and the cell phone is the thing of the past. She has ruined her summer, for we can't trust her as far as we can throw her, and forget driving....driving for her is a thing of the past.

But see, when all this happened, Bossman was PISSED! Well, I was too, but when I say PISSED, I mean PISSED! He didn't want to speak to her, he didn't want to let her out of her room. It was awful.

I don't deal well with that kind of pressure. When our family is out of whack like that, it makes me sick. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat. The little man didn't know what to think of the whole thing. He slept through it all, so all he knew was that his sister was in BIG trouble.

Well, the good news is, Bossman has calmed down. 3 days later, we had a talk with her and he told her everything he was feeling. He has made a conscience effort to get along with her so things are much calmer now.

Don't get me wrong, she is still grounded.....forever! But at least our family is getting along better.

I hate this. She's about to be a senior. She is not a trouble maker. Other than two years ago when she and her friend snuck out of the house to meet boys, she has done pretty well. YES, I know, she ditched school too. ~sigh~

So, now I feel like a bad parent. Although my daughter is not pregnant or on drugs, she always seems to make really dumb decisions about things. She is a follower and that is scary. If she keeps following people instead of doing what she knows is right, it will lead her down a very scary path. Bad things can happen to her if she continues.

So please...tell me I'm not alone with this. Tell me I can survive my daughters teen years and most importantly, (Theresa) tell me that BOYS are easier than girls!

I could use a drink right now......

NOT!

It sucks to be me!

Life sucks right now.

It's too painful to blog about.

I'll be back when things cool down around here.

grace

Can you believe it?

74%How Addicted to Blogging Are You?

I am more addicted to blogging than PK???

Wow, this is a first! I better go write this down in my diary!

blogging block

I have NOT been in the mood to blog. I can't come up with anything interesting to write about. PK said she would read anything I wrote, including my grocery list, so I sent it to her. Even that was boring!

So here is what is going on in my neck of the woods.

Last Friday, the Wildchild passed her driving test and now has an official drivers license. I think a mistake was made. I'm not old enough to have a child that can drive alone. She drove to a friends house and I didn't know what to do with myself. It's not fair. Just yesterday I was changing her diapers!

Now for the bad news regarding the wildchild. She is having really bad trouble with her tonsils. They have been enlarged for months but they haven't been giving her trouble. Last week, right before an orthodontist appointment, she said her throat hurt. One look and I decided the ortho was out, and doc was in. For a week she's been on antibiotics but as of yesterday, they haven't helped. She has NO other symptoms but her throat is really swollen. They referred us to a specialist so she can get the puppies out, but they can't see us until July 31st. Yesterday I took her back to her doc and he tested her for mononucleoses. I already know she doesn't have that as she has NO other symptoms. But they have to test for it. I'll find out today if the test is negative. If it's neg, we will try other antibiotics and the doc will try and get her in to the specialist sooner. They had to take blood yesterday and I thought the poor girl would pass out. She is so afraid of doctors and needles that this whole ordeal is really stressful. So anyway, tonsil watch is underway at my house.

The little man is doing great. Loves summer and is making the most of it. Thanks goodness!

As for me and Bossman, we are hanging in there. Things aren't going exactly as we planned, but we are making the best of it. I did get a rather nice spanking on Sunday. The wooden spoon and the bs saw some action. It was a nice one that I could feel for a couple of hours afterward.

Other than that, I have nothing new to report. I'm wishing to be inspired by something other than laundry.

Until then.....

later....

Happy Birthday

Dear Carye,

Happy, Happy birthday!

Here's to lots of cake, (ok, maybe not lots of cake as I know you are on a diet, but HEY, it is your birthday, and you CAN be extra good tomorrow, so WELL, go ahead, have LOTS of cake) lots of spanks, (Ok, well, lots of spanks COULD be a good thing, but then again, that WOULD lead to a sore bottom and of course, tomorrow is diet update day, and I would hate for you to have a sore bottom, especially if you eat a lot of cake and end up being spanked)and LOTS of fun! (see, you can have a lot of fun, but only if you are not being spanked constantly, from the birthday and from the diet and you know, the coat rack thingie, well, I think you are getting the point now, at least I hope you are!)

Anyway, have a great day!

HUGS!
grace

life contradicting

The letter I posted to Bossman was very contradicting. I know, I know! I NEVER contradict myself, right Eva?

Anyway, I can't seem to make up my mind about how life is suppose to be. I have a great idea of how I'd LIKE it to be, but that is merely fantasy. We think we know how it should be, but does it ever turn out that way? If you're completely honest, you'd have to say, not really.

So, I thought I could toss TTWD away. I didn't think I would miss it. I thought I would be happy with the occasional spanking, and life would be good. Problem was, ever time he gave me a spanking, I would obsess over when I would get it again. I would wonder why we couldn't implement this into our life.

And then I would come online.

Bad idea.

I would find myself scouring the internet for spanking stories, spanking blogs, people living the spanking life. And then I would think....WHY can't we do that?

Surely we could do that. Surely we could make it work just like that.

But we all know that life does NOT imitate stories. It can NEVER be EXACTLY like that. Unless you are married to a puppet and you control the strings, it just ain't gonna happen.

Even so, I knew I had to talk to Bossman about it. He knew I was brooding over something. He knew I had things on my mind. If ONLY he could have read the rest of my mind. But he can't. After going a couple of days wondering if he would actually figure out how to read my mind, I realized I was going to have to take a different approach. He was getting frustrated with me. So, he told me to write it in my blog. So I tried. I wrote things, and deleted them. I came back the next day and again the delete button was my friend.

Although I wanted to say what I was feeling, I didn't know for sure what I was feeling. Or, I didn't know how to express my feelings without feeling stupid. I already said we would be fine with the occasional spank. Now I was going back on what I said.

Exactly how stupid was I going to sound? How could I explain it, when I couldn't understand it myself.

Well, I took the leap. I post what I was feeling. Which, if you read it, doesn't make much sense. BUT, you know something? I have the best husband EVER! Even if I didn't understand it, HE did. He gets me. Thank god!

So, we are doing a few things differently. I don't want to go into much detail. Before PK gets her panties in a bunch about details, I just want to say that the reason I don't want to give details is because I don't know if it will work. I'm tired of saying things here and then turning around and saying the opposite. I want to make sure that this is truly the way I want things before I start talking about it. Plus, I don't know if it will work. This might not work for us.

Don't worry PK. I will still give spanking details when they happen.

For now just know this. Bossman and I are communicating. THIS, I love. If nothing else, I am grateful for this.

Before I go, I'd like to tell you that I'm reading the book "The Surrendered Wife". I'll let you know what I think when I'm done. So far, so good, but I can see how some women can take it the wrong way. I can see it, but I don't think I'm taking it the wrong way, I think I'm actually learning things about myself.

Heh, who'da thought I could learn anything about myself? I thought I already knew EVERYTHING.

later.......

I am soooo over birthdays!

I think the little man had the longest birthday EVER!! I am so SICK of cake that I may be throwing up cake for the next three days.

All in all, it was very successful.

So, Thursday was the beginning of the longest weekend EVER. Our town was having a rodeo. All the third-graders from here to Timbuktu got to attend the rodeo Thursday morning. Guess who went along as a chaperon? It was hot, it was LOUD, but it was fun!

That evening was the first of the birthday parties. See, around these parts, we have to have separate parties for the grandparents. My MIL is not someone that is fun to be around. We prefer keeping our parties separate so we can keep the peace. So, Thursday night we had pizza with my side of the family. My Mom bought the little man a new bike, he got various other presents that only a nine year old would appreciate. We also had CAKE. First night of cake, yum, yum. Did I mention we had about a 1/4 of the cake left?

Friday was the big day. It was his "official" birthday. Of course I had to do my motherly duty and bring cupcakes to his class. We had a nice little family gathering on this day and gave him the presents from us. New skateboard, mp3 player and video games, were the big dreams for this birthday, and trust me, we delivered all three. Since there was plenty of cake from the previous two events, we had that. Cake...yum!

Saturday was the day we had the MIL and fam over. The wildchild made a cake for the little man. Mind you, we had cupcakes and birthday cake left over from the previous days. Still, cake and ice cream were in order. Presents from this day included ANOTHER video game and knee pads and elbow pads for the skateboard. Oh, the cake was great, but again, there is a LOT left. Cake...I think I'm getting sick now.

Sunday was the party with his little friends. Oh the joy of giving a birthday party for a bunch of 9 year old boys. First they went on the trampoline. THEN they decided to have a gun fight. See, my little man has just about every Nerf gun that they sell. The ones that shoot the Nerf bullets. So the boys decided to split up into 2 teams and have a gun battle. Bossman decided they were not going to use bullets, so it had to be on the honor system. The wildchild even got on a team. As chaotic as the whole things sounds, they all had a great time. Bossman referred the whole thing, telling them when they were "out".

Of course I bought the wonderful game of "pin the tale on the donkey". We had a load of fun playing that. We had the kid in the blindfold turn around to music, while the rest of the boys had to dance. Pretty funny.

Hotdogs and chips were on the menu for the day. And then, guess what was next? Yep, CAKE!

Oh please, someone take this cake away from me now!

Presents were a plenty and the Little Man has more money than I do now.

When the party was over all I could do was collapse! I was SOOO happy the birthday was officially over. Never in my life was I so happy to have a birthday be OVER!!!

All in all, I would say this birthday was a great success! Next year will be much more subdued due to the wildchild graduating the same week as his birthday. I'm sure by then I'll be ready for some more CAKE!!

Anybody want some cake??