Gia's 2nd Birthday Party

...this was a rip-roarin' afair held at The Little Gym in Smyrna. Gia had several hundred of her screaming, squeaking friends over. Or at least that's what it sounded like.

The place was pretty cool - it had all this gym equipment out there and mats for the tykes to play on. I was benched (I'm not eligible to play yet), but I watched from the sideline. Looked like fun to me. I can't wait to get out there someday and break my arm or ankle or head as I attempt the deadly challenging triple lindy on the uneven bars. I know, I know, that move is best saved for the pool, but I have supreme confidence in my skillz. (note the hip hop inflection). If that happens, I have a feeling Dad will probably yell at me for injuring myself while mom takes care of my hurt body and pride. Dad just has that look about him- like if I was a toddler out to prove my Olympic skillz on the gym equipment he would say, "try it kid, and see if you don't bust your ass". I will someday dad, you just wait. Then we'll see who's sorry.

After the games, Gia's little gang of Pink Ladies got to eat ice cream and fancy cake while I was force fed formula by Big Pop. The way that dude shoves the bottle down my throat, it's a wonder I don't drown. How the hell did he manage to help raise three kids? I wonder if I'll have any issues later in life stemming from Big Pop's form of TLC, which he likes to call "tough luck, chump".

But seeing Big Pop and Gramma was actually fun, and I was able to see Aunt Dana again. I heard she's getting married. If the party is BYOB, I guess that means I have to bring mom.

I saw Uncle Brad and Dad hanging out quite a bit in the corner, chatting it up. I bet they were talking about how good looking the moms there were.




That is all...