It was NICU reunion day. A Hawaiian theme this year. You know, I've never recognized any of the nursing staff, and only once saw another family I remembered. But Little Miss likes to go back to were she was "borned," and I like to see all the other healthy, successful NICU graduates. It certainly reminds me how blessed we were and continue to be. It also makes me grateful that I have never had need of a triplet stroller--there were several of them there. I really think Little Miss's motivation is for the games and prizes.
She would not take off her sunglasses, and they seemed to fit the theme anyway.
Face painting, tattoos, bowling, duck bobbers, hand prints, bean bag toss, coloring pages, juice boxes and bbq potato chips, a creepy clown with puppets that made equally creepy sqeaking sounds, and not having triplets (though I'm sure they're a blessing, blah, blah, blah)--a good time by any standard.
And balloons. The most important part.
All the times I or others that loved (love) that little-bitty girl walked through those doors...I always hated going out of them and having to leave her there.
But we were excited to leave today because we were continuing BurgerPalooza 2010. A little project we started over Spring Break to find the best cheeseburger in north central Texas--or wherever we get to. Today we went with a chain--Fuddrucker's.
Good marks for meat quality, good meat to bun ratio, excellent bread quality (although the buns didn't hold up well to condiments). We also liked that the condiments and toppings are totally up to the burger-eater.
Leaf OR shredded lettuce (or none for me). Purple onion rings(yes), or chopped white. Jalapenos (no), salsa (no, really?) and pico (on a burger?). Pickles--hamburger sliced dills (whatelse? LOTS of them!) Thick sliced tomatoes (not today). Pumpers of ketchup, jalapeno ketchup, bbq sauce, mayo, mustard. Hot cheese and hot jalapeno cheese dispensers. I like to go cheap and get a plain hamburger, then add the cheese sauce. No wonder the buns don't hold out well. I was going to take a picture of the "salad" bar choosings, but kept getting the google-eye from employees when I was photo-shooting my plain burger. I wonder how much longer I can do this sort of thing without Little Miss hiding under the table from embarassment. We'll see.
Little Miss Arcade Junkie bawled out her "fahder" for not bringing her wallet, which she had expressly told him to do, since it had her two dollars in it for her games. Luckily, Loverboy had some $1s and the dark cloud of a day without video games passed.
I have never laughed so hard at a person playing a video game as I did at Little Miss's wild ride playing Fast and Furious. The streets (and sidewalks, and walls, and tree, and buildings, and pixelated people) of San Francisco will never be the same. Pedal to the floor and get out of her way! Much like her Molly.
I guess catching your candy with a crane makes it sweeter?