A Tale of Two Birthdays. . .

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. . .

The girls thought it was a great idea for them to get their own, separate birthday parties this year, but seriously, you try throwing two parties the week after pulling off a night of Young Women in Excellence AND making two Halloween costumes.

 It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness. . .

Following my last comment, it nearly goes without saying that while the girls are indeed getting smarter, clearly I am regressing. But I got smart quick enough to buy their cakes instead of making them.

It was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, 

Hannah fully believes, and expects a party every year--she has had one every year since she turned two, but Signe has never had one.  You should have seen the look of sheer incredulity and pleasure on her face when she awoke to a house decorated just for her and a house full of cousins to share it with.

It was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness. . .

Light shone from Sig’s eyes when she opened her very own “American Girl” doll. (Does she really need to know it was actually a Madame Alexander doll that while looking exactly the same only cost a third the price? I think not.) 

And of course Hannah was the star during the High School Musical Karaoke fest we had before. . .

. . . we entered the dark theater for a night out watching High School Musical 3 (And posing with Elvis and

 Marilyn)

It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. . . 

They both hoped it would last longer, and both despaired when their day of glory came to and end.

We had everything before us, we had nothing before us. . .

Now looking at my house I certainly have everything before me. . .again.  Meanwhile, Marilyn’s got nothing on Signe. . .and Hannah hears nothing before her--now that she has her new iPod to block us all out!

We were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--

The girls were in heaven. . .I’ll just leave it at that.

In short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

Ummm. . .there were lots of presents. . .and noise. . .and present comparing.  That’s the same right?! It was definitely a period of parties. Sig went to two over the weekend, then we had hers and then we had Hannah’s.  

In short, everyone had a good time.