Whew. We celebrated my other daughter’s birthday over the weekend, and with considerably less fanfare for my mature eight-year-old who is rebelling against her mother’s handmade ideas.
So we had a pajama party for a small group of girls and since she’s never been a fan of birthday cake, we had birthday doughnuts from Sublime Doughnuts here in Atlanta. And we’ve recently discovered that she’s allergic to just about everything, so this was her last weekend of eating doughnuts (and a long list of other things). Anyway, I’ll try not to bore you with our new diet because as far as I can tell, diet is as sensitive a topic as religion and politics. The less said, the better.
And this is Wilbur. We decided that our daughter was old enough for her own pet (aside from our family cat), so after some research we settled on a guinea pig. I have mixed feelings about pets sometimes, but this guy’s pretty cute and fairly low-maintenance. However, if you are thinking of getting one, you should know that after this photo was taken, he pooped on the bed, then proceeded to gnaw at my camera strap. Sometimes I wonder why we continue to make life more complicated rather than the reverse, but oh well.
