13 months going on 13 years...

Reese went to her first "friend" birthday party last weekend. A is one of her little playmates from daycare, and his father has always referred to Weez as "A's girlfriend". Little does he know that Weez has four boyfriends since three other little boys' dads think the same thing. A will follow Weez around wherever she crawls. Sometimes she gets tired of him following at her heels, and she'll turn around and smack him in the face; other times she'll give him a hug. It's hilarious!

I find it amusing that fathers of boys are quick to attribute signs of studliness to their sons, while fathers of girls have knee-jerk reactions to protect their daughters from said signs. When I told J about the party, he asked, "Um, he's okay, right? He doesn't have ideas does he?" He was referring to A.

The 1-year old.

No, honey, I don't think he has any designs on Weez. No devious plans to slip her "a little extra" in her milk and inviting her to see his crib...

Weez had a great time at the party, in no small part due to the attention she was getting. She is such a ham; I think she thought the party was for her. Not such a bad thing, either, since the parents had gone all-out with the catering/decorations, moonwalk, and professional clown. Ummm, does J count as a professional clown? My sister-in-law hired a petting zoo and ponies for her son's first birthday. Suffice it to say that Weez's first birthday was not so well planned out. Oh well, thank goodness I have no problems with implanting a few memories here and there. I can just see myself in a few years...

Remember, Weez, when we had that giant moonwalk for your party? Oh, and the ponies, you had so much fun!! Too bad about that fire destroying all the pictures... At least we still have the memories!