Saturday, February 21, 2009

Birthday Happiness


Yesterday was Dorissa’s birthday and we had a lovely quiet evening with just the 3 of us. I had asked her if she wanted to have the neighbors over for cake and punch but she was pretty emphatic that it was NOT what she wanted.

So it was just the 3 of us with a small cake Ice Cream (cookie dough flavored) cake from Maggie Moos. It was so very nice. Dave got off work early (with the knowledge that he will be keeping his job for the foreseeable future) and bought Trader Joe’s Orange Chicken (a specific request from the Birthday girl) and presents from Target and a cake from Maggie Moos. He had dinner going and the dining room table set when Dorissa and I walked in the door at about 5:45 pm. Chocolate Milk and toasts all around (with the birthday girl being taught not to toast herself). Dorissa offered a toast to her “wonderful daddy who cooked this terrific meal.”

After dinner, I built a fire and we settled in to a dim living room and the exciting conclusion of Harry Potter (#5) and the Order of the Phoenix. Once the fire got going, I brought in the small cake with a number 6 candle on it. David and I counted one - two (at which point Dorissa noticed the cake) three, and started singing. Dorissa was apparently quite surprised that there was a small cake for just the three of us. “Oh,” she exclaimed. I’m stunned speechless. That is SO nice. There’s a cake.” So it was quite a lovely evening. I’m so glad she said no to the extra company. It was so cozy with the 3 of us.

Today Dave has taken Dorissa to a birthday party for a 9 year old at the bowling alley and I think I did OK to buy her a Webkinz from Spicers. We STILL need to plan her party and next weekend will be 25th Year Jubilee Celebration with the SCA and possibly some kind to outing with the Girl Scouts. Girl Scouts has been pretty disorganized this year, but they’re trying. Dorissa sold 60 boxes of cookies which qualifies her for a bandana which makes her pretty excited. Not bad considering that neither of her parents sold cookies at work and she talked to everyone who gave an order. We did OK with the neighborhood and a few random knitters.