Today is D-Day, err I mean your B-day.  You officially turned 2 this morning and probably had no earthly idea what everyone around you was trying to tell you.  Well, my little girl you have officially spent 730 days on Earth.  It doesn’t seem that long when you think about it, but you have grown up so much in such a short period of time and I am glad to have you in my life to enjoy it with.

This past Saturday was about the 3 B’s…Bolt, Barfing, and Bawling.  Usually, those 3 would never go together.. but 2 of them might, since I used to cry when i threw up.   It all started off with taking you to see the movie Bolt.  Yeah, I was that guy..you know the one with a baby in a movie theatre, although it was a little more appropriate since it was a kid’s film, not like the family last week who attempted to bring a 1 year old into the "The Day the Earth Stood Still".  This is one of those times in life a bullhorn would be great to whip out and say "do you really not hear your baby crying, and why would you even attempt to bring him/her to a movie like this anyways?"  I mean really, who is going to talk back to a guy with a bullhorn.  I mean if he even tried i would just say something on top of whatever he just said until he realizes he would not get a word out.

Anyways, Lia was sort of interested in the movie until the lady next to us starting eating popcorn, just loud enough to catch Lia’s attention.  I knew it was all over and the concession stand line was in my immediate future.  So, I leaned over to my father and asked if he wouldn’t mind running up there for me since I had Lia.  He said, "god Damn it Chris, I don’t even know where we are at and how to get back here."  I told him to just go out the door we came in and go all the way down to the stair case and make a right.  He nodded and proceeded on his mission.  Just then Lia started getting antsy and just decided to follow him out but he didn’t see I was just a bout 10 feet behind him when all of a sudden he is asking someone for directions just outside the theater doors.  I love him to death, but I honestly think Lia could have found the concession stand and she is only 2.

So after Bolt, we decided to go the in-mall Carousel.  The first ride was great until after exiting to get in line again they were carrying a boy who had just barfed in the spinning tea cups.  So after waiting for clean-up on aisle tea cups we then finished our last 2 rides with the final one ending in a little girl this time throwing up 5 feet from us from the tea cup syndrome.  That was our cue to exit.  After making our way to the exit and back to the car we noticed that the line to get a picture with Santa was manageable and seemed to going pretty fast.

Once in line Lia was excited about Santa and kept pointing at him and smiling.  Well that all changed abruptly as we approached Santa, and right then it was like trying to pull a cat off me.  The ultimate “I’m not gonna breath for 10 seconds because I’m pissed cry” was now in play as she kicked her feet while being held hostage in Santa’s Reindeer Heaven.  They were able to take a few pictures, but it wasn’t until Daddy came into the picture that somehow the world in your eyes were right again.

You may have never been on any of my Christmas lists, but you were definitely the best gift I ever received.