Mini Elvis
It was shaping up to be a full week already. One day post-Mother’s Day, Mini Elvis turned two years old. With the little South family in town, and Curly on a rushed visit up from Nashville – even Izzy took a brief break from finals – there was time to celebrate at the Silverspoon house.
First: podcasting, adoption papers, and homework with Puck at school. He came crashing out of the gym with the usual story of how he “went on Yellow”, this time for throwing a paper airplane on the way to lunch, and then “went back up on Green”. Probably for “helping shush the class”.
Anyway, once Mini Elvis was up from his nap out in St. Peters, celebrations commenced. Curly grilled burgers and tossed salad. I guess one of the perks of not working an 8-5 desk job is the opportunity to experiment with food. Kitts made herself a pot of spicy soup. And Mini Elvis warmed up to the large crowd again, remembering faces from Christmas.
Meanwhile, Puck quickly discovered the party blowers in a package on the counter. Stuck a green one up his nose from time to time, just for the heck of it. Gloria blamed it on school; I blamed it on his uncles.
Mini Elvis plowed through his plate of dinner, apparently disappointed that the food would end so soon. Until the red velvet cake was presented to the table.
“Cake!” he declared. “My cake!”
He didn’t puff out the flames himself, but just give it another year.
“Well,” Gloria said at one point, “it’s nice we can celebrate Mother’s Day and Elvis’ birthday together. If only Lulu was here, we could celebrate your anniversary too, Curly. Share all of them together.”
“Yeah,” Curly replied, “sharing our anniversary with the whole family is something we really want to do.”
Gifts followed: books about animals, a CAT digger, sliceable wooden-velcro fruit, and a basketball net he had already tried out on the patio earlier. Birthday party #2 would continue on Thursday for the little man.
Before we left for the evening, Curly showed Puck the “doorway arm trick”. Puck was so amazed by the results, he wanted to try it again before departure. We figured all the kids at school would be doing it tomorrow.
Waiting in the mailbox back home was a tube of ants. Finally, Puck’s Ant Farm was in business. Oxbear added them to the plastic shell about half an hour later after Puck was tucked in for the night. Daily entertainment for Crackers.