Gratuitous Domestic Posting (TM)

Today is Llama-ette No. 3's third birthday. Happy Birthday, indeed!

This morning, despite the fact that she seems to have picked up a touch of the flu, she was parading about with a tiara and scepter and insisting on being called "Birthday Girl." If I know anything about her, she will continue to insist on this title all day. Furthermore, given her rather strong personality, I don't doubt that her classmates and teachers will comply with her wishes. (Birthday Girl, if you will, neatly combines the imperious stubborness of her eldest sister with the self-contained sweetness of the next younger. She is not at all unkind or overly self-centered, but when she wants something she is increasingly adept at using whatever combination of the velvet glove and the iron fist she believes to be appropriate to the situation. And because she is so big for her age - 85th and 90th percentile in height and weight, respectively, according to this week's check-up - while at the same time possessing curly hair, enormous blue eyes and a ready smile, she has considerable leeway in deciding which tools to use.)

The big party is tomorrow. This time around, we're holding it at our house. On the one hand, this is a pain because of all the cleaning and whatnot that we need to do in order to get ready. On the other hand, it's very nice because we don't have to go anywhere. For entertainment, we are having in Peter McCory to sing and play for the kiddies. The gels saw him perform at the local library last year and thoroughly enjoyed it. Since then, his "Fingernail Fairy" CD has become a standard around the Butcher's House. I'd recommend it, especially to all of you parents who are sick to death of Raffi. I am actually looking forward to hearing him. Of course, I'll let you know how it goes.

UPDATE: JohnL has some nice reflections on watchin' em grow up. But I don't remember Limbaugh ever saying anything like that.