Happy Birthday SYO

No longer "Six", she is now an unbelievable "Seven"!

Last night we were awoken no less than three times by those dependent on us in the family.

2:00 a.m. The first was by my eldest cat. She is clearly suffering from some brain ailment. We had hoped that it was a treatable infection but now, well into the second round of medication, her left side seems still increasingly unresponsive. She has been one of my best friends and confidants for the last 16 years and I am not taking this early and untimely decline well. At 2:00 a.m. she needed help into her relocated-to-our-bedroom litterbox.

4:00 a.m. The second was our practically 15 month old son who must be growing some new fangs. He's been moaning and needy for the last couple of days. We had to skip the "Moovin' and Groovin'" class for which we were scheduled because he was so completely out-of-sorts. In its stead, he sat on my lap, letting me cuddle him over an episode of Blue's Clues, a cup of vanilla soy milk, and me finishing up Harry Potter #2 in a vain attempt to catch up with Cousin as she whips her way through the series in preparation of #7's release this July.

4:45 a.m. The third was our lovely birthday girl, in to announce the day and that she could no longer sleep having woken to a couple dozen high-float helium rainbow baloons and a sign attached to a string which, apparently, was going SOMEWHERE important, that read "Follow Me!" Yeah yeah, our fault. But when would we have put that in their room other than the night before? With complete understanding, we made an exception to the "no-kids-in-bed-for-sleeping" rule, and I suffered through her relentless agitation until 6:45 when she could stand it no more.

She followed the ribbon throughout the house (never adopting my cynical attitude: "I can see, from the top of the stairs, that the ribbon obviously goes down and back up, so why follow it all around the basement?") to its culmination at her new bike (recycled from BioMom's neice but new to her!).

She was ecstatic.

I took BioMom out to lunch for "Labor day" and we're off to Seven's school this evening (again, we were there this morning to read and eat the requested Ho Ho's) for a Sloppy-Joe/Show What You Know night.

Wish you could all stop by and enjoy an ice cream with us in celebration.

Wow.

Seven.