Pookie landed herself a one night's stay last night in the hospital. It's been a good five years since she last spent an evening in a room there. I didn't like it. Not one bit. And I found myself repeatedly atoning her with, "Nothing happens fast in a hospital." The poor girl's souped up on medicines like albuterol and steroids. For a child who talks prolifically - more than most - it was interesting to see her on hyper-drive. She demanded speed and attention. No one moved fast enough. And I was her only audience.
But we made it home tonite in time to celebrate Grammie's birthday. We piggy-backed the twins with Grammie today since we have big things planned in the horizon for the twins. But I wanted to post this pic of our family. Each one of them saved the day today. I had big plans (again), big plans I say - to have a fabulous diner en blanc tonite. Instead, we focused on what was most important: family, celebrating those birth milestones with good ol' fashioned burgersbratsanddogs alongside potato salad, chips n salsa, and fruit - potlucked together by the family {Pookie and I made it home literally30 minutes before partytime!}.
Tonite we snapped those all-important family photos as soon as everyone arrived. I've been reading a fair amount of photography books I'd like to share with you one day soon. But getting photos out of the way first thing at parties like this one was a good tip in one of the books I'm reading. That, and smooshing everyone together so all you see are a sea of faces. The author said, if you see feet, you're too far out. (I'm getting better, but c'mon! Sometimes bare naked toddler feet BEG to be photographed, don't you think?? That, and I hate my hair. What am I going to do with it??)
Anyway, not exactly a storybook party, but then again, a story indeed.
Happy Birthday Mom!
