Parties and Pneumonia

Well, it turns out our son is a Party Animal... Here he is at the Taylor Elevator Christmas Party proclaiming the virtues of Southern Comfort to all who would listen.  He had a blast at the party- the Taylor ladies filled him up with yummy ribs, baked beans, biscuits and pie.  He was carried and doted on the entire time- even allowing Scott and me to enjoy a game of "corn hole..."  Really folks, it's not what it sounds like.  The name of the game struck me as odd as well, but when Scott showed me a bean bag full of corn meant 

to be thrown into a small hole from a distance all the pieces started to fall in to place.  Honestly, I don't know what I was worried about- the employees at Taylor Elevator are some of the most refined, clean-cut people you would ever meet...

Seriously, aren't two adorable heads better than one...

Noah also attended one if his first Birthday parties recently.  His friend Jade turned three.  During her party, he built a bear at the "Build-A-Bear Workshop."  It is a Koala named "Pierre" and is dressed in FSU wear.

Following this exciting event, the party continued at McDonalds- where the fun never stops.  I am a neurotic mother in some aspects and am completely

paranoid about fast food-chain playgrounds- especially those with ball pits.  On our way to the party I wondered aloud to Scott if the other parents would think me a snob for not allowing our son to play in the ball pit (you know, because of the Heroin needles, rattlesnakes, and dirty diapers found in them).  Much to my relief, there was no ball pit.  Noah insisted he be allowed to join in the fun.  At first we only allowed him to play on the little slide- pictured to the top left.  Of course, all of the other children were playing in the massive, elevated, colorful, plastic wonderland next to the dinky little slide and Noah quickly became far more interested in the spiral staircase they were all headed up.  I looked, hoping for some excuse, and read the ominous sign "Parents welcome to play."  Needless to say, up we went... Oh, what a wonderful maze of plastic and children it was.  I was petrified the entire time of trampling Noah and kept picturing my large rear end stuck in the middle of the slide, children screaming at me to move, holding on to Noah for dear life.  Actually- it was a lot of fun.  Scott said Noah's squeals could be heard throughout the "restaurant."

The fun had to end sometime.  Unfortunately, it ended with Noah catching (and giving me) Pneumonia.  Not to worry- he is feeling much better this week than last (as am I).  Santa will be visiting a very healthy baby next week.  Perhaps, rather than rattlesnakes and Heroin needles, I should have been more preoccupied with Hand Sanitizer- lesson learned.