0.66 Done

When I sign-in to the Blogger thing I'm always presented with the option of adding a post to my Virgina Beach cohort's blog, or to this one. The former is at something like 679 posts, I think mine is at 69. I am jealous really, I wish I had that stamina.

SIXTY-NINE!!

That's an homage to my Bingo days from assignment in to AOR in Saudi Arabia back in the desert storm days. Those days are long past, so am I.

Two birthdays down. First my wife (my beautiful wife). We "celebrated" her birthday Tuesday. Two days before her birthday but our middle baby (actually almost 9 years old), was going to camp on the real birthday. We opened a few presents. This has reinforced my hypothesis that the perfect birthday order is Mom, Madeline, and then Terra. I don't think Jack's order matter a great deal, but this is still in scientific exploration mode.

Following my wife's birthday is Terra's. Determined that the whole family had to get heartburn, she wanted to go to Chili's for dinner.

This reminds me of an excellent anecdote. While I was trying to convince my wife that only she was able to eat the delicious weight watcher's meals (the rest of us needed more -- ok ME!) I was on a "Let's always go out to eat," modal. We went to eat Mexican.

"I eat enchilada's all the time at my Mom's," Terra says while she is looking at the menu (never mind that Dad makes excellent Enchilada's). "Madeline, you should have some."

We placed our order. The enchiladas arrive. "Terra. Where is the meat? There is no meat on this!! You said there would be meat. There's only cheese." This was followed by several groans from the oldest. "OK! OK, I'm sorry Madeline. I made a terrible mistake!"

So, back to the storyline, Chili's wasn't so bad. Order from the "guilt free" menu if a kid you own begs you to go. However, if you also have a baby that is supposed to eat 1,200 calories a day, anything with "Crisper" in the menu title is going to be an ace!

Terra got what she wanted, she got a "digital camera, with zoom, that takes movies, and the pictures look good." Plus a ton of money from Grancy and Big Daddy! She's spent $10.00 so far.

My son is crying. One of his sisters will not let him play with one of the girls' toys. "Mine! Mine!" Jack's favorite words.