Friday was Nicky's birthday. He brought Twinkies to kindergarten. Homemade treats are no-nos these days so it had to be something even unhealthier. The teachers say non-edible birthday treats like pencils are fine to bring instead, but who wants to be the schmoe that brings writing utensils for everyone?
Nicky was a naughty little baby. On his first night home from the hospital he nearly gave me a heart attack. He gasped and choked on spit-up which led to a test at six days old that confirmed infant GERD (which all babies have to some degree but his was worse).
During his first year he took Zantac, but despite the meds his reflux gave him constant minor congestion. He also had consistently goobery eyes that required antibiotic ointment. And he knocked out one of his teeth with a vacuum attachment when he was almost 14 months old, but that's a tale for another day.
Anyway, we had supper at McDonald's for his birthday. I'm not usually psyched to eat there for special occasions, but on a Friday in lent it's okay since their fish sandwiches are decent.
Except for Zach, the kids have lost the ability to smile naturally for the camera. It's weird. We went home and opened presents...
Yep, a Chia Scooby head. It wasn't our idea. The alluring cha-cha-cha-Chia! commercials must have snookered him.
Nicky initially said he wanted cheesecake for his birthday, but when we went to Sam's to pick out his treat, Daddy steered him towards this big double-layered chocolate chip cookie thing with some pirates on it. That's okay, it was pretty good. His grandparents all came on Saturday to shower him with more love and presents and drink coffee.
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