The Lost Realm

Oh my, how time flies when a small child enters your life.

Yesterday was Romilly’s fourth birthday. Four. Four years. F. O. U. R.

I took the afternoon off work and we all had a cool little party at my house. For those who don’t know, stashing your car, hiding yourself in a room walled off with streamers and crepe paper, and surprising your daughter in the middle of the day is apparently super-cool. Oh, and presents; they’re cool too. And all-you-can-eat restaurants that supply olives. Lots and lots of olives.

I sure hope that four year olds can’t overdose on olives.

Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum.

Or maybe coffee.

So it’s Talk Like a Pirate Day, and this year I have my very own Captain Feathersword eye patch. I arrived home last night to find that Carolyn and Elysha had made patches for everyone. Last-minute patch deliveries to the Spann household ensured that Romilly (and Billy) (and Debs) (and Cary) would be prepared for the plank-walking, keelhauling silliness of the day.

Have I mentioned how much I love my life at the moment?

So, two kids, two different playgrounds, two fractured wrists. That’s a pretty good set of averages.

I hereby declare 2006 to be The Year of The Fractured Wrist!

Hooray!

Has anyone got any confetti? We can all throw it with any of our remaining, unfractured limbs!

(Yes, it is possible that I’m slowly going mad here)