Mr. VeeePeeee. Mr. VEE PEEE. Yes, I'm talking to you Mister.
You've had quite the weekend. Dressing up on Saturday as a Lion. Tolerating the 'mane' for oh 2.4 nanoseconds. And forget about the paw-slippers. About the main thing you liked with your costume is your nice tail. In fact, for you, it doubled as a floor swiffer that you put to good use! We appreciated your help in cleaning up the place, unfortunately, there was a bit of work above and beyond what your 'broom/tail' could handle. Hee hee. You got to try the tiniest amount of cupcake frosting, and that was about as much as the CEO and I were going to let you near the sugar. You have enough battery juice WITHOUT any enhancements. Hopefully you went to bed in the evening with visions of friendly ghosts dancing in your head. Meanwhile, the CEO (also known as your Dad) I, and a whole host of friends celebrated a very low key, but still very tasty Halloween. I offer photographic evidence as proof:
Yes, we pulled out all of our frozen frosty alcoholic ingredients. And mixed up some nice cocktails. Prickly pear, pomegranate, and blood orange were our 'base flavors'. Oh and don't forget the citrus. We (as usual) went through the standard Costco sized bags of Lemons AND Limes (but really, the limes got more usage on the fish tacos). And we even hauled out the dry ice (20 POUNDS of it!) For some reason, we thought you'd be more interested in the boiling cauldron type effect that it produces, but once it was clear that the dry ice was a 'no touchy' zone, your curiosity went right out the window. Sigh. Well, we got a kick out of it:
That there? Our 'type O' house cocktail. Hee hee. And an empty champagne flute (not an uncommon occurence here at the Castle). In our haste to get rid of all the dry ice.. the last boiling cauldron started roiling a little bit too enthusiastically, causing some breakage but thankfully not to any glassware of importance. In fact, the CEO is happy with the space now offered in the cabinets as a result of all the crashing and breaking.
Sunday came and marked a HUGE event for you as many of our close friends gathered to celebrate and watch as you were baptized. And silly us. All throughout the rehearsal on Saturday we pondered the possible 'failure modes', never once anticipating the worst case scenario. A. Complete. And. Utter. Meltdown. During the actual baptism. I won't kid you little man, your Mom tried as hard as she could to keep it together all while sweating profusely and wishing a hole would open up in the Earth and swallow us right there/then. You could almost hear the thoughts of the other families 'Soooo glad it's not MY child'. But you know what? Despite all of your Damien like howling (making us all think the evil spirits were exiting their way out of your system ahead of the holy water), the minister and everyone else was kind and accepting. And in the end, it didn't take away from your big day. You are baptized, you got to share this with many friends and your family who loves you, and we have some pretty funny memories we AREN'T likely to let you forget as you grow up. I think we're getting to see some glimpses of what is turning out to be a very STRONG personality, and that's a good thing
Congratulations little man. Words simply aren't enough to tell you just how much we love you.
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