Happy Birthday!

The youngest Llama-ette turns four today.

This gel is definitely of the school of thought that believes any attention is good attention - if she can't win a smile from me with her charm, she'll bait me until I snap. Indeed, I call this process "going Harpo" and can see it coming a long way off. The gel gets a look of pure divilment in her eyes and the next thing I know my hat's been stolen, my tie's been cut in half and she has her foot jammed into my pocket. I used to fall for this pretty easily. Lately, however, I've got much better at not going for the bait.

Owing to scheduling issues, her party isn't for another two weeks. To make up for it, we're letting her and her sisters have a sleepover - staying up late to watch a movie and then camping out in the basement with their sleeping bags.
And of course, her sister (who turned six on Tuesday) is having a Build-A-Bear party tomorrow, so it's not as if there will be no festivities at all this weekend.

A while back, I wondered out loud why, since their birthdays were only four days apart, we didn't just have one party for both of them. Silly Daddy! You just don't understand these things. Skimp at all on the attention each gets and they'll pay you back for it later on with aggressive body piercings, goth clothes and half a dozen abortions between them before they hit high school.

Ah, well. Can't have that, of course. The four year old's party will be one of those gymnastics affairs which really work out well for parents because all the kiddies go home worn out.