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I think the thing I learned this week is that you can never really order too much ice cream cake.

Henry is 5! That would have happened whether we celebrated or not, I suppose. I enjoyed seeing him with his preschool friends on Friday. And we headed to Family Fun Land on Saturday. I think they should consider getting a jingle or the Menards guy to say “Quieter than Chuck E Cheese, No people dressed as rats running around.” Alternately, “we have really easy ticket games.” Miranda was delighted to again earn 400 tickets. And lest you think I am too soft of a touch, she didn’t get that much cash out of me. Henry used a portion of his tickets (he played Deal or No Deal and won the jackpot of 200 tickets) to buy a miniature billiards set. He was so excited to play it with Grandpa. And by this morning, he thought it might not have been the best buy.

At the end of the evening last night, we were delighted to have one more day of weekend. Today, we played Wii Outdoor Life. And Guitar Hero. Looked at bikes for my mom’s birthday. And bought Miranda’s dress for First Communion. We sang Happy Birthday to Henry one more time after supper.  Rob lit his candle 4 or 5 times – I hope the extra wishes pay off. Arabella looked yearningly at the cake, but was denied again.

In other news that amuses me, a video I watched at a parent’s meeting at church suggests we give our 2nd grader small sips of wine in order to make her taste of wine at her First Communion less disturbing. First of all, the sour face of the First Communicant is almost as amusing as the cry from the baptized baby as the water hits her head. It amuses the congregation and that builds community. And second, maybe Wisconsin’s well documented love affair with alcohol is really tied to our high percentage of Catholics?

The really weird thing to come out of that meeting was that it was suggested that Rob would want to  (and perhaps could) take communion with Miranda, as a solidarity measure, I guess. Even though, Rob is not Catholic. And First Communion is an introductory rite toward affirming Miranda is Catholic. While I don’t want the official party line to question Rob’s goodness, purity of heart or afterlife real estate, I think this is going a little too far.

Bonus story:

I think our young friend S is showing executive ability. She and Miranda were babysitting the little brothers. One little brother’s glasses went missing. The girls were sent upstairs to look for them. Miranda suddenly became intensely busy with other things. And S went up. And didn’t come down. I decided to go up and look. I found the glasses in the middle of Henry’s bed.  S had created about a half dozen signs advertising the lost glasses. “Gglas” A picture of glasses and “look,” which is pretty terrific for a kindergartener. She was taping them to the wall, the door, the hallway. She was not actually looking for the glasses, as far as I could tell. But the signs were out to direct all passersby to pay attention.

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