I cheer, you cheer, we all cheer...

Pi turned 10. He has joined his older sister in double digit birth years and is quite proud of it. We had a small family festivity… dinner out, cake, presents and cheerleading. Yes, Cheerleading - what every boy dreams of - the whole family taking turns giving cheers. My heart melted a little as Amy got up and did a cheer – (I have always had suspicions there was a peppy girl living under that even exterior – and now I have the proof).

Cheerleading…family cheerleading…It was…I don’t know what it was – it defies description by me – The cheering was a mishap – it should have never been– but on the designated party supply day, about 5 minutes after Amy backed out of our driveway – hail began falling from the sky – so it was decided, all shopping must be done at one location – one location that happened to be out of orange gift paper, but was not out of orange pom poms…which created a nice effect hanging over the gift bag like long plastic streamers…creating not only the perfect decoration – but memories of giggling cheers as well…

In other news –

Kahlo is teething, officially, which means she is officially fussy. I thought (wrongly) teething would be a breeze – after all she got her first two teeth without symptom – apparently I suffer from delusional ideology. Apparently when hard sharp objects begin protruding from babies very soft gum line, the only rational thing for baby to do is scream herself into hysterics , creating the need to suck her thumb for comfort – promptly causing baby to bite her thumb with one of the said hard, sharp objects that protrudes from her soft gum line, which leads directly to more screaming, which prevents baby from sleeping, sleepiness is unbearable – the only way to deal with such an unbearable state is to scream, louder –longer –more meaningful screams means it’s time for a warm bottle and gentle rocking of the chair – this leads to baby [FINALLY] sleeping, which leads to two happy moms that gently put beautiful, sweet baby into crib – which causes instant screams… it’s a cycle – a vicious – long – exhausting – cycle…

- I am sorry beautiful stay at home wife, your job is no doubt harder than mine. [love]