BOMBOY TURNED 1

Thanks be to God! My youngest son and resident officer became a one year old on Saturday! Thanks to so many of you that sent wonderful wishes to the guy. I tried reading some to him but, his interest lay in playing with a few toys. Sorry. I am sure when he gets older, he will appreciate the nice words. lol!

Anyway, the day was schizophrenic to say the least. From a friend calling to say that her son might have the flu, to calls coming in from Nigeria, Europe and the Caribbean from family and friends. The party was to start at 5pm but by 5pm every single child of mine was knocked out! Yes, your eyes are not playing tricks on you, my children were fast asleep, snoring away in their rooms exhausted from all the play and fan fare.

Here's why. Some aunties and kids came earlier in the day. For some reason, April 5th was the day when there were numerous baby showers, birthday parties and weddings. (I even bumped into a fellow Nigerian neighbor who was running around Target like a chicken looking for last minute baby shower gifts on Saturday morning, but that is another story, lol). So, on account of their packed schedules, and the fact that some of Bomboy's friends are babies like him who have tight nap time schedules, I had some people come by the house early. Ah, my kids ran around the house eating, drinking, playing. All this around 12 noon. Then more people come in at 1:30pm and it's more food, drinks and running around. Then more people come in at 2:45pm and its more of the same. By 4:15pm, Bomboy and TK got cranky and their dad took one look at them and carried all 3 of his children, at once, and took them up to bed. The guy, who had been at the golf course all day, walked in the house and could not handle all the hyper children (he hadn't even been there for 5 minutes).

So, off they went for a nap, leaving myself and a couple of my girlfriends to shoot the breeze while they ate Husband's ox-tail (yes, ladies, the man wasn't too pleased to find out that his beloved ox-tail rations had been minimized, hahahaha). After my girlfriends left, a couple more people trooped in and out and we were left with my lovely neighbors Aunty 'Maka (from the last post), her husband who the kids call Uncle Dodo (that's another story), Bomboy's 'paddy' (close friend and partner in crime), Baby A, Baby A's parents, my hubby, my kids, (who were forced awake for dinner at 7pm by their father), and the incredible Aunty Catwalq! We all sat in the kitchen, laughing about various kinds of food (Catwalq swore that water fufu/starch is made from the same starch that people use to stiffen their clothes), snacking on meat pie and sausage rolls, tiny cupcakes, some red wine (juice for the kids oh) and watching Bomboy and Baby A do what crawling boys do.

I did not get to bed until way past 2am because hanging out with Catwalq is always an adventure in itself. After driving her home, we sat gisting in the car for over an hour, only for her to then tell me that people had just recently shot-up her dorm. When I heard that one, I kindly asked the babe to drop from my moto so I can retreat to the sanctity of my boring suburban village. hahahaha. Come to think of it, my 'boring' neighborhood is not that boring. Earlier on Saturday morning, an armed man robbed a nearby bank and lost his life in the process. All this happened outside my community about 2 miles away. The cops in my neighborhood do not play at all, at all.

Anyway, I am tired. Husband and I decided to pretend that we were adults and drank quite a bit last night. I had mojitos and he had Ponche Aruba, a thick liquor my girl brought as a gift from me from her recent trip to Aruba. I woke this morning with a headache. I still have a headache and TE is upstairs bossing her two brothers around, so, off I go to keep the peace.

God bless!

PS: Blogger has been giving me problems since Monday, so I am unable to put up the pic of Bomboy and Baby A that I wanted to share. Sorry!