Friday was Tex's birthday. To celebrate, we planned a fun-filled weekend in Spokane. We started our journey in the manner of every upscale, classy getaway: by giving a toddler a dime and her own scratch-off lottery ticket.
You hummed those stupid Barney songs all the way to Spokane, while doing the choreography you learned over the course of 48 viewings of "Barney's Song and Dance Spectacular," or whatever it's called. You like to do the moves in slow motion, so it sorta looks like we've taught you how to do Tai Chi. At least that's going to be the story I tell people.
Once in Spokane, we went out for burgers and shakes, and you let Tex (or, as you call him, "X"), color your placemat - very sweet of you to share.
After lunch, Tex let you play the driving video game (see previous post about grandparents and their unending supplies of quarters). I think the game was supposed to resemble the feel of driving a Corvette through Los Angeles. You managed to mow down dozens of animated bystanders and drive your car into more than one embankment. A heads up: if you're going to grow up to drive like that in real-world LA, you're going to need a really good publicist.
In the afternoon, we went to the children's museum where you learned how to fish in a Micronesian village. Since it looks like you actually caught something, maybe you could share a couple of pointers with your dad.
Grandma Sue called and offered to take you to play at her house while the rest of us took Tex out for a really nice dinner. We missed you, but it was nice to enjoy dinner without having to stop and explain why we'd rather eat our entrees than go play with the rocks in the parking lot. Thanks, Grandma Sue.
Happy birthday, Tex! Wishing you a year full of much love and happiness.
Love,
Mom
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