Monday, September 11, 2006
Hey everybody, guess what I just did! Can you guess?
I just walked by myself! Wanna see me do it again? Do ya?
Well, DO ya??
All righty then!
Next--flying!
Patriot Day . . . a day for reflection . . . a day for remembering . . . a day to take important steps forward into the future!
It was a busy weekend for the Burnetts. First on Saturday, we got ready to go out to the Sidewalk Arts Fest downtown. Very fun time with many artists, crafters, and political persuaders of every persuasion.
Here is Althea in her very artsy outfit, ready to head downtown. Althea is sporting the latest in cropped nostalgia jackets, combined with a simple white peasant top and sporty leggings that just say "Watch out world--I'm walking soon!"
She was also very excited to be given Baba's old wallet to play with, but in preparation for the Sidewalk Arts Sale was staggered to find it empty (?!?). Thankfully, her folks came through to buy her a few new bibs.
Sorry no pics from downtown. It was SO COLD I don't think my fingers could have worked the camera. In true South Dakota style, Sidewalk Arts Fest is always either heat-stroke hot or earlobe-frosting cold. This year, we went for the latter.
The next day was our Rally Day at church: "Revvin' up for fall!" Althea sees no reason to be quiet in church (after all, her parents aren't!). So she and Mama spent most of the service out in the gathering space.
Here she is with so
me friends from church:
Mr. Curt and Elsa (a good friend with great taste in shoes!) and Mr. Duane.
But finally, after so much excitement, it's good to just be able to crash on Mama.
Ahhhh . . .
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006
(editor's note: apologies for the lack of blog over the past few weeks. We're moving towards "the new normal" at Casa Burnett. slowly.)
Hi friends!
Althea here to tell you all about my first birthday and the celebrations of the day.
At church, I donned the "Fun to be 1" bib and crown supplied by Papa and Nana from MI.
Sure enough, it turned out to be pretty fun after all. My favorite part is how quickly I could take off the crown--usually just before someone could snap my picture (tee, hee, hee).
Then, just as I had decided to humor them and keep the crown on for awhile, they introduced me to a strange American ritual.
Apparently, when you turn one, you're supposed to be given free reign to cover yourself in frosting and cake.
I found this rather hard to believe.
Here I am, consulting with my Mama:
"Really, you really want me to do this?!?"
"I mean seriously, mom, this is incredibly messy. Just look at my hand!"
I managed to eat some of the frosting and a bit of cake. (I could tell they expected it of me.) But it's not as much fun to make a mess on cue. I much prefer making them when Mama doesn't expect it. (Did you know peanut butter makes a great hair conditioner?)
The next day, we moved the party out of doors and went with the giant cookie theme. Now that's what I'm talking about!
I got seriously tickled once my crown was off because . . .
Now look who's got it on!
(Pink really isn't his color. Don't tell him I said that.)
All in all, I think it was a great birthday. (Of course, what do I have to compare it to?) Thanks everybody for your cards and wishes and singing!
P.S.--Keep praying for my parents. Now that I'm one, I start day care soon and they're . . .well . . . a little nervy about the whole thing. I suppose it's just the age. Or maybe they're teething?
Hey everybody, guess what I just did! Can you guess?
Well, DO ya??
All righty then!
Next--flying!
