Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Are You Sick Of Hearing About The Birthday Yet?

No? Good.

I finished decorating the last of the cookies tonight (yay!) and my sugar cube structures cemented perfectly. All that is left to do is bake and frost the cake, tint the coconut for grass, and assemble the darn thing on a sturdy board. Hopefully, the weather will be decent Sunday, and Mr. Eat The Blog can keep Danny out of the house for an hour or so, giving me time to assemble it all.

Oh. My. God. I'm old enough to be a grandmother, and in a few days I will be mother to a five year old. No wonder I'm so freaking tired. People, I am So. Freaking. Old.

Kiddo is in the living room playing with the yo-yo I bought for .75 cents in Chicago in 1973. He thinks it is the best Hanukkah gift, ever. Someday, he's going to find out about Nintendo, and the like-but tonight he's in the next room trying to learn Walking The Dog.



Raymond said...

Hey, we didn't have Nintendo and whatnot like the kids have nowadays. A yo-yo was high-tech for us! Mostly, I had even more basic toys like sticks and rocks.

(And I'm not kidding: growing up next to a creek, and mountains up the street. [Look at a topo map of the SF Bay Area: the mountain range betw Pacifica CA and the ocean.])

Goody said...

When Mr. ETB moved to Germany in the early 70's, the local kids used to play "rock fight", which is pretty much what it sounds like. He was horrified.

Raymond said...

Rock fight! YES!! That's what we did! We'd be on opposite banks of the creek or all down in the creek behind trees or whatnot.

And sticks: walking sticks while walking up the mountain was always fun. And using them as swords.