Poor girls.

Daisy Mae's birthday party was this week.

I heart Daisy Mae.

Would you like to know why?

Because she makes my life easy.

Me:  What do you want to do for your birthday party?

DM:  Um . . . . I don't care.

Me:  Do you want to have any theme?

DM:  What's a theme?

Me:  Do you want it to be like "Fancy Nancy," or "Princess" or something like that?

DM:  Hmmm . . . how bout just whatever!

Me:  Sounds great.

DM:  We can dress up.

Me:  Check

DM:  We can have show and tell.

Me:  Done

DM:  We can have a tea party.

Me:  Okie dokie.

So, that's exactly what we did.

Easy -Peasy.

There was one minor glitch in the princess-y plans for the day:

Brothers.

Handsome Dude could not grasp the concept that maybe, just maybe, this party was not about him.

"Oh, Dirls!  Look at my puppy!"

Handsome Dude determined that it was okay, and acceptable, for him to join in on the festivities.

My poor girls.

And they thought they would have a girly party.

Little Dude is patiently watching the show and tell portion of the festivities.

He also has a big glob of pizza sauce on his upper lip.

Time for presents!

Handsome Dude.

Sit down.

This is not about you.

While Daisy Mae is opening her presents, Handsome Dude decides that our dog, Mabel, is being a nuisance . . .

and he feels it is his brotherly duty to remove her from the festivities.

And verbally abuse her.

Poor Mabel.

Little Dude felt that present opening time would be the ideal time to ride his tractor through the field of girls.

So helpful.

And what's a fancy tea party without your brother laying across the table shouting,

"Superman!"?

Look at those sweet girls.

They just keep being fancy and ignore Superman.

Let's have a round of applause for my Daisy Mae who did not complain once about their brothers invading her birthday party.

Thank you.

And finally . . . guess who bought himself a brand new camera?

LJ:  Hon!  Look!  I am taking a picture of you for your blog!  See?  It's a picture of you blogging!  Do you get it?  Do you get it?

Me:  Stop.

LJ:  What's that?  Did you say stop?

Me:  Yes.  Stop.

LJ:  Wait . . . you don't like someone taking a picture of everything you do?  Hmmm . . . interesting, Taylor.  Interesting.

Me:  Oh, be quiet.

LJ:  Your people will thank me.  You can take pictures of me doing stupid stuff and I will take pictures of you doing stupid stuff.

Me:  Whatever.

LJ:  The people will love it!

 

Well, people?

Do you love it?

Do you?

 

Yes, that's right, folks.

We are now a 2 camera family.

The Lumberjack felt he needed his own.

100 (meaningless) points to anyone who can guess why he feels he needs one.

Happy Wednesday!