Goozie Magoo Done Turned Two

Today, the precious, peachy, prancing, princess of East Texus and general queen of the house turned two years old. She is a sweet, sweet little pumpkin, except when she is screaming "no," "mine," or "hobbit" in the Exorcist voice that Rufus taught her.

We had a simple party. Bumpus's parents came over for dinner, cupcakes, and presents. Thank you, Yo Mama, for adding to the pile.

The big present was a wooden kitchen that came in a box as 7,842 pieces and that I, Fatty-Who-Loves-a-Good-Screw driver, put together from 11 PM to 2 AM on the night of my own 78th birthday. I am happy to announce that the kitchen has NO COMPUTER CHIPS and makes NO NOISE. Score one for the Amish in East Texus!

Since the kitchen was the it-gift, we had to stock that puppy with some supplies. Magoo got some Melissa and Doug wooden food that attaches with velcro and comes with a knife so she can (1) practice cutting up nutritious meals to feed her growing passle of babies and (2) run screaming through the house wielding the knife against Rufus like some director's cut scene out of Psycho.

I made some home made cupcakes (no boxed mix even! Go Fatty!), vanilla with vanilla buttercream icing, and piped flowers on the top. After running to pee (three kids, no control), I came back to find Magoo sitting at the table, happily eating one of the them. Thankfully, I still had enough to fill up the "cake cake" tree.

Here she is showing off one of her favorite hand gestures. She can say that she is two, including the word, but she has to put her two index fingers together. Something about pinning down those other two pesky digits with your thumb is difficult at this age. If she is feeling frisky, then she indicates her age by holding up double thumbs. We know where this one is going to school...

After dinner and cupcakes came the shredding of the paper. With the boys, I remember them not caring what was in the boxes--they only wanted to rip them open like frogs in a biology lab, only to toss them aside and grab for the next. Sweet Magoo wanted to explore each present, and I felt bad having to say, "No! Open more. You can look later!"

Yo Mama sent a very fine box of red-themed goodies. The skirt was immediately donned. Magoo then climbed up on the kitchen table and proceeded to shake her butt in our faces. Now this sounds more like one of those college parties Aunt Choc used to go to...