The half of the kids at day care that aren't mine came down with chicken pox recently. Sarah and I have had it before, so we weren't worried about ourselves, but we kept close watch on the kids for any symptoms. On Friday, the day before Brianna's fourth birthday party, they broke out in a rash. After the fear and pandemonium had worn off, we decided to call off the party. My step-father has never had the chicken pox, nor has my brother-in-law. There would be a few children attending the party that had yet to contract the illness, so it was in our best interest to not be sneaky bastards about the whole thing. Sarah took the kids to the doctor real quick, but they told her it was too early to tell what the rashes were, but we'd know for sure the next day.
Skip ahead to the next day. The rashes are now gone. There are no bumps. The kids aren't sick. Perfect. Fortunately, most of the people that were to originally attend the party were still able to make it. My dad, step-mom, step-sister, and her two girls came over, NetGoddess, her husband, and their little boy came over, and a friend of Brianna's from day care came over. It was fun and the weather was absolutely gorgeous for most of it. It rained lightly in the late afternoon, but we played outside anyway. It's a little embarrassing that the social event that I've been looking forward to for weeks was my daughter's party, but it was nice to have people over.
Brianna got a bike for her birthday. She's was given a hand-me-down bike from someone, but I wanted her first bike to come from her parents, so there. It's wildly irrational and pig headed, but she's got a pink princess bike now, and I don't hear her complaining. She rode that thing most of the afternoon. I can't imagine the cast is very comfortable, though. She has to hold her arm at an awkward angle while she rides, but she manages. The thing about Brianna is that she doesn't know what she can't do until someone tells her. That's why I keep my damn mouth shut.
Sarah got a cake for Brianna that had a picture of several cartoon princesses on it. It was a hit. Each girl wanted a piece with a different princess head on it, so I divied up the cranuims and passed them out. Sarah made sure I received a piece with breasts. Not real sure what kind of message she's sending me there. The cake was great, and the sugar rush nearly made me forget how much it cost. The only weird thing about it was that the frosting was "printed" on or something, so there was a film like layer on the top. Damn, I hope that was edible.
We were planning on going to the zoo today, but the rain was very persuasive. We went with plan B, which was sitting on our asses all day. Seemed to work out pretty well. So, nothing to report from today.
In an effort to live a healthier life or something, I've decided to begin limiting my food portions. I'm not deathly overweight, but I can really fork a ton of food down my gullet. Been able to since I was a kid. Of course, back then my metabolism kept me at a nerdly weight, and today... not so much. Maintaining that eating habit is probably not the best thing for me, so I'm trying to keep things down to one helping. It was real tough at first, because I'd get up from the table feeling a little hungry and thinking "one or two more biscuits won't hurt" or "gee, it's just half a pig. I'm not eating the whole thing here." Recently, though, my body has adjusted and I'm beginning to get full on less food. It's an odd feeling. Last time we had spaghetti, I ate less than Sarah, and if you know me and spaghetti, that's a major WTF. Next step is to eat more slowly, so that I can taste the food before I get full. Gotta have goals.
You have any goals, besides reaching the next element in the periodic table for some reason? Did you have or attend a birthday part recently or in the past? Are you going to eat that? Discuss!