Thursday, March 08, 2007

Ellis Turns Four Today

We’ve figured out that for every year she’s been around, Reha and I, her loving and understanding parents have actually aged eight years. Every other kid has only tacked three years onto our lives. But Ellis totally breaks all the molds. So I’m now 412 years old, by this reckoning.

I have to go to L.A. on Friday and Saturday, so we are postponing her birthday party until the next weekend, but we’ve told her it’s because the pony she’s getting was shipped to Caracas instead of Salt Lake.

This molified the screaming for a bit, until she realized A) she probably wasn’t really getting a pony (we have a backyard the size of a postage stamp), B) her party would be delayed, but her demands of MORE PRESENTS would go unmet, C) she’s a kid and she’s not into delayed gratification any more then her father and D) the lack of a pony thing again.

I drove all over the entire Salt Lake valley last night, looking for a piñata (maybe she wanted a pony shaped piñata?). Who knows, but that is what she wanted, a piñata to take to her babysitter’s for a party there. Then I bought three times as much candy necessary to stuff the thing and then I passed out from exhaustion.

I took her with me on this piñata themed trek because she said she didn’t trust me to pick one out. (I’m NOT kidding about that, either). Of the thirty or so flavors of piñata at the local Zurchers, she chose a guitar shaped one. Moved RIGHT past the pony piñatas, the Buzz Lightyear piñatas, the princess Cinderella shoe piñatas, and all sports related piñatas and demanded the guitar one. “I LOVE guitars, Dad. That’s what I want.” Who am I to argue?

So this is the piñata that she’s taking to day care tomorrow for her b-day celebration there:

And please, NO ONE leak to her that there really isn’t a pony on a boat from Venezuela steaming this direction. I’m afraid for my life at night already.

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