She dragged the balloons around with her all day, even when she was trying to "help" my brother-in-law stretch out his back in the morning:
|Uncle Nick? What are we looking at?|
|I swear there is a toddler in that mound|
We waited until after nap time to do presents (otherwise she wouldn't want to leave her new toys to sleep) and she woke up ready to party:
|I love my new hat! I feel so pretty.|
|Marines have to study how to use the potty. Tinkle tinkle toot!|
After cake, Faith got to go outside and play with her new sand and water table. This was a big hit (I really liked that it came with an umbrella to keep the sun off my ginger spawn) and if you were wondering, it takes about 10 minutes for a toddler to realized that the point of the table is to dump sand into the water side and laugh manically.
|It will never look this clean again.|
|Hey Peanut, stop drinking my water! That's for splashing only!|
The party was a success and I wasn't even lazy like last year (when I got BBQ catering) and made a ton of food for everyone. In all honestly, one of the main reasons I didn't do the BBQ again was that the BBQ place recently burned down. You'd think a BBQ joint would have a good handle on fire management, but I guess not. Faith really enjoyed the party, especially how she was the center of attention the whole time.
Because I really enjoying giving my little brother a hard time, let's laugh at his newest tattoo. Here is an example of his typical tattoo:
|Oooo, a big tough badass Marine with a flying swirly head skull. So scary!|
Whatever street cred you get from a skull tattoo is completely voided by something like this:
Peanut still isn't 100% and it was really hard to keep her quiet with house guests and the party. I think she might have overdone it with her excitement and I'm a little worried about how tired she seems. I'm not really sure what to expect as far as recovery, but I may call the vet tomorrow if she still seems so "blah" to me. I know her pretty well and I think she must still feel pretty sick to be so out of sorts.
My mom and older brother even bought her a brand new toy (her favorite kind: the fleece ones that you can shred and make a mess!) and this is all that she did with it:
|In my dreams, I'm making a big mess of this on the white carpet|
I did have to save her from some harassment during the party. Apparently being male means you think using static electricity to stick balloons to a dog is HILARIOUS. Well, Faith also thought it was really funny. Poor Peanut was just looking at me like: "Please end this".
|GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF|
I went on a group run this morning (8 miles) and Peanut was mad to have to stay home, but my husband said she kicked up a fuss for only a few minutes after I left and then laid down on the couch with her head on his lap because she wore herself out. For reference: normally if I leave her home from a run, she cries the whole time. We don't actually miss the whining, but it's concerning to see a dog who can run for hours become exhausted from 3 minutes of activity. I'm pretty sure I'm worrying for nothing and in a few days I'll be complaining about her driving me nuts asking to go for runs!
What's the funniest tattoo you've ever seen? One time I saw a big dude with a Big Bird tattoo on his calf. That struck me as an odd choice.