Author's note 7/30/10. My sister, Judith, somehow obtained my login information, presumably from a source who may or may not be married to me...in any case, she added some interest to my long vacation from Blogland by covertly inserting this post:Birthdays, birthdays, birthdays, one minute it's the blogs birthday, then it's the birthday of the neice I
blove most, and next it will be the very first birthday of a tiny baby child. Kira's little tiny baby child brother, I mean. Which will make her most definitely not an
only child, although I guess she never really was.
Yes indeed, yesterday on the
Fourth of July it was my niece Kira's birthday. So here is a toast, to Kira! Or perhaps it should be an
oatmeal - I have had heard rumors that it is the preferred breakfast fare. We shall toast that you, Kira, may
enjoy many many bowls of oatmeal the years to come. (can you hear the clinking of fine crystal glasses?)
Kira has accomplished a lot in the last year. I mean she went to
kindergarten and
graduated college with a theses too - and unless I'm mistaken, the graduation came before the kindergarten gig. And possibly she had a couple of
multi-cultural weddings too. Amazing, kids these days - half of 'em are hooligans and the other half graduating even before Mrs. Whats-her-name has the chance to hand out snacks and settle 'em down for nap time.
I remember when I was visiting in Utah how excited Kira was for kindergarten, I suppose that it is
first grade eve that is upcoming now. I hope that by then brother will wake up
on time and that he has a better grasp on the complicated subject of
girl's hair.
Maybe when I come to visit Utah in October I'll wake up and Kira and I can do James' hair before we take
him Kindergarten class. I mean she needs to learn how to do boys hair at a young age or else Balraj will be left to fend through hair gel and schlac by himself! Except for my brother is very bald. I guess if he had hair he would just look even more like
Osama bin Laden anyways. What kind of fate leaves brothers, one often mistaken for Jesus and the other for a terrorist? Kira, we should buy a wig for your dad or maybe a toupee...
Speaking of brothers, I still feel awful that I missed James' groomellete party, not to mention Jamicole's awesome
wedding, which of course was a pretty big day in Kira's life -- part five. What are you going to do to top that day in life part six, Kira? But I was running around Thailand and
India at the time, so I suppose I'll just forget and not slow down.
Yup, Kira, no looking back. I am only looking forward to baby blessings and hopefully a family
Thanksgiving spent in New York and summers in Utah.
We all have a lot to look forward to, especially my favoritest six year old to date.
To Kira, from your littlest ant, in
Thailand.
(
and sister to you, Mr. James)
