My Party

Mommy's friends threw me a party. I heard that it was really nice and meshed well with my parent's personalities...organic/green restaurant with Latin inspired food (both), tons of activities pumped in to a couple of hours (Daddy), henna (Daddy, you know he loves getting painted with earth dyes), jewelry making competition (Mommy), onsie making competition (Mommy...though the winning onsie had pictures of an owl and the phrase "Woos your daddy?"), slide show of pictures of mommy and daddy from when they were kids, to dating, marriage, pregnancy and there were even some ultrasound pics of me, lastly my favorite part was the roast.

While Dziadek (Polish for "grandfather" pronounced JAH-jah, yes that's correct) saved Ojciec (polish for father, pronounced) from embarrassment.

Grand-ma-ma (still not sure what to call her) gave a 15 min soliloquy about mom. Oh, the stories I learned. First apparently, mom did cartwheels in stores. And she talked back to a preacher, and yelled "Time to go" when the service was too long. Funny story to all but mom who was a bit embarrassed and said, "Baby RadJo won't do that. Quiet time." Then there were other stories that implied that mom was SO bossy that they called her "Mama Jay" at the nursery. Having Dad hear this was great. As I can already tell he won't be the enforcer. He's talking about letting me cross the street when it's clear (but says "don't walk") and not wearing shoes. Mommy has rules for everything. Daddy can't wait to take me in the ocean and let me learn from my mistakes. Mommy wants to put up gates and outlet protectors now.

I'm sure her creative spirit and desire to breast feed as often as I want will lull me into her arms, but I'm happy that Daddy has some leverage on her now. I mean, Grand ma-ma did a good job raising Mommy. She turned out ok, by most standards. So a little back talk and gymnastics in public places never hurt anyone.