For his entrance into his party (after his prefunc nap) I gussied him up in a white tux that our friend Peg had sent him. I set him down in the entryway not realizing that I set him down on a red carpet. He preened. Cameras flashed. His paparazzi said, “Hey Sam look over here.” I thought he might crumble under the glare, but the kid thinks he’s George Clooney.
The party that almost wasn’t turned out great. We had some problems with location (no heat at the lodge), but Nana saved the day with her condo clubhouse. Dad made chili and Mom made cornbread. We had deserts galore—Joyce made her signature dish Baklava and Mom baked the traditional chocolate chiffon cake originally made for the celebration of Uncle Scott’s birthday and now continues forth with Sam’s birthday. If you notice, on this cake the candles read “Happy Retirement”. Mommy and Daddy picked out the wrong candles at Party City. My dad who is perpetually retiring but never does thought it was fantastic that his grandson could retire at 1.
Sam received a galaxy of toys. One of my favorite gift was a t-shirt that said, “I do my own stunts” (thank you Ann, Rose, Claire, and Nick).
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This is the funniest thing I have read in a long time. Lisa, you should write for David Letterman. It is wonderful that you and Dave enjoy your baby. He surely is a handsome lad. Good Luck
Ellie Shalloe
Comment from eshalloe52 - 1/8/07 4:40 PM
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