Weekend O’ Fun

I’m still recovering from Charlie’s birthday weekend o’fun. I’ll go over the highlights, but I don’t have any pictures just yet. I left my mom in charge of pictures and haven’t had a chance to get any of them from her yet.

Our friends came in from Little Rock to celebrate the miracle man’s first year on the planet. These people were holding the Hub and I up at this point last year–camping out in the waiting room, organizing visitors and food, and praying up a storm. You couldn’t ask for more wonderful and faithful people to get you through a hard time. Having them here was especially nice because they “get it.” They know how lucky we are to be here and to have achieved as much as we have.

We spent Friday running all around New Orleans–checking out the art and shops in the French Quarter, eating beignets, listening to live music, and looking for Harry Connick Jr.’s Music Village (we never found it, but the pictures on the Internet look very nice). I drove them by the place where the levies broke during Katrina, which still has a post-apocalyptic air about it. I didn’t just show them the yuck, though. I showed them many areas which have come back nicely and also talked about neighborhoods that young people are flocking to–looking for opportunity in the destruction. New Orleans has always been a town of dichotomies and now is no different.

Saturday we had piles of family show up to celebrate Charlie’s birthday. He received oodles of presents and I could not be happier. Therapy is a lot of fun when you have new toys to entice the baby with. Also, he’s outgrowing everything he owns, so new clothes are like money in the bank. At one point Charlie threw a big fit–he didn’t like being passed around like a potato, so I had to hold him for a while and calm him down. Could be brain-injury related, but it’s just as likely that he’s a squirrel like his daddy who once buried his head in his mother’s chest for entire birthday party. He found icing yucky, but spent at least half an hour in complete delight listening to his grandfather read him nursery rhymes. My mom rose to the occasion by acting very stressed and hot–they took her uterus out a couple of years ago and since then she is ALWAYS hot. She kept fiddling with the air conditioner, exclaiming over the heat, and standing in front of the fridge.

So today we’re recovering, assembling new toys, and eating leftover BBQ sandwiches. I’ll add some pictures whenever I get the chance.

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Comments

  1. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLIE!!!!

  2. Happy Charlie! Here is to many more adventures to come! You don’t like frosting? Mom needs to introduce you to good chocolate frosting! Has she given you some good Ben & Jerry’s yet? Tell her Becca said to!

    Hugs,
    Becca

  3. I have pink crocs with decorations on them, flowers and butterflies and ladybugs and hearts, and two purple jewels. Yep, I am a girlie girl about some things. I love my crocs!

  4. Happy Birthday to Charlie! Glad you had a good weekend and your friends from Little Rock were able to come.

  5. fertylemyrtle says:

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHARLIE (Sorry I’m late). Sounds like he had a very typical reaction to all the commotion. Have fun with all the new toys:)

  6. Go Charlie!….It’s Your Birthday!

    Happy Birthday Big Guy!

    I sure hope you got all the new toys that you wanted. I already know you have all the love and support you need! You have a great mom and dad who love you so much.

    BTW – since I had my hysterectomy last year, I am always COLD!

  7. Anonymous says:

    Sounds like a great party! Happy 1st Birthday Charlie!!! Looking forward to seeing the pix’s.

    Tam in TX

  8. Nadine Hightower says:

    I am so glad the birthday was such a success!!
    I can’t wait to see the pix!

    Have you mentioned to Becca our feelings about Crocs?? I’m just wondering.