Ice Cream Seizures and Chicken Dances

Harry's three.  Yeah, so there's that.  I guess the "baby weight" excuse finally has to be retired.  Anyway.  We started the celebration early with a little La Parilla goodness on Friday night (mostly because Mommy and Daddy (and Miss Carrie, and Aunt Mamie and Mr. Brian) desparately needed margaritas.

Harry devoured an entire basket of chips and his quesadilla and was rewarded with a birthday brownie sundae, whiiiiiich, I think he enjoyed:

I mean, that's some ice cream love. 

Birthday get together Saturday night with fabulous McEntyre's Oreo Scream cake (good gracious that thing is fabulously horrible for you).  Presents, more ice cream, and one spectacularly annoying birthday card, again, compliments of Mamie and Brian:

Yes, that's the chicken dance.  No, he doesn't do the chicken dance.  Yes, I think he's clogging.  No, Ellie is not invited to the chicken dance party.  Yes, that thing will be in the trash once I'm able to pry it from his chubby sleeping hands. 

So, four trucks, three books, one RACE TRACK(with racing trucks no less), and a talking Boris the Stegasaurus, and what do we play with over and over and over and over and (just kill me now) OVER again?  Yep, chicken dance card. Grrrrrrr.

Happy birthday Meaty Feet.  You're certainly entertaining!

If You Must...

Heyyyy, Meaty Feet.  We heard you last night.  Reading your truck book to yourself after everyone got in their beds.  Pitter pattering between your room and Sissy's room.  Negotiating the custody terms of some stuffed critter or another. 

We heard you asking her for a book.  We heard her sleepily acquiesce to letting you "nuggle" for "just one minute, no more."  We let it happen.  It probably would have been more prudent to intervene and insist on night-night segregation.  I'm sure it would have made for a smoother morning (curse you, first Monday of Daylight Savings Time).  But then I wouldn't have gotten to snap this at midnight:

"Just one minute" my foot!  So I asked the girl this morning "how'd Harry wind up in your bed?"  Here's the exchange:

E:  I don't know, he wouldn't go to sleep in his bed so I just let him lay there for a minute otherwise he was just going to annoy me all night.
Me:  A minute!  He was there all night!
E:  Ugh!  I know.  He slept on my side the WHOLE NIGHT!!!!
Me:  I know the feeling.  Well, at least you got both got a good night's sleep.
E:  I didn't.  I did not sleep a single minute.
Me:  Really?  That's interesting.  Not one single minute.
E:  Not even a second.
Me:  Huh. 

Just as a little aside, note the little splotch of camoflague in between them.  That's his hat with the Gerogia "G" on it.  Went to sleep with it on. 

I feel compelled to say something witty, but really I'm just a little misty over this tiny, fleeting moment.  This won't happen very much or for very long.  But it's nice to know that, at least right this moment, they like to "nuggle", even if the girl has to stay awake ALL night to do it!