Coming to a close . . . We have had one of our eclectic birthdays here – a little Kentucky Fried Chicken, which she loves, some pizza of which she is fond, the cake – an Indiana Jones motif. Presents – Civilization 3 for DS . . . and now her grandpa is looking forward to checking it out in a couple of weeks. Alison set the cake on fire when she was lighting the sparkler/candles.
There was ice cream. Oh, and I have a video, but I think I need to edit it before I post . . . seems someone swore when the candles re-lit.
Summer and Sydney
Summer and the fire truck
Summer ready to go to the Apple Festival some years ago – maybe third grade, maybe second.
A Kodak video moment: Yes it is grainy and out-of-focus; I must look at the settings. And yes, we have been trying to get her to agree to a hair trim.
Today, Summer is 12 and as my own personal gift to her, I will not pun . . . about her name, that is. Heavens, that little vow has left me with a blank in my mind. No, wait, I am starting to feel it; that little vow is making me want to pun so much. My tongue is ready to go – it’s twitching. Rats, I should have thought this through.
I can do this. Yeah, with duct tape over my mouth. Gee, this is one of those situations when I am glad duct tape replaced chicken wire (oops, mistyped myself – meant baling wire) as the fix-all option.
Okay, so we are back at Summer being 12. When she first came here, nine years ago this very week, she was not at eye-level with the kitchen counters. Now, she is taller than I and when I look at her, I can’t believe how short I am: Short Grandma . . . short little round grandma . . . .auuugggghhhhhhh. Aunt Bea. Oh, my.
Look! How easily I moved the attention from Summer to . . . ME. Actually, I think she has inherited that talent so when we are together, it is interesting.
Hmmmmm. Do I have the energy and dedication to semi live-blog her birthday?
Here’s a random picture to start: The Season of Peeps Surgical Experimentation:
We grew up with baling wire and aren’t really sure what you are supposed to do with chicken wire.
Birthdays are fun when you are 12. I remember those days. 🙂 Glad Summer had a good day.