My brother is responsible for (ok, half responsible, his wife G had *cough* something to do with her, too!) producing one of the most adorable babies on earth, HP. And yes, I am biased. (and for all my other beloved babies? back off, I said "one"!!!...)
Her first birthday is fast approaching, and I have been ruminating on what to send her. After all, I (along with Aunt B) share the preferred status of favorite Auntie. We are allowed to spoil HP with abandon, AND teach her drinking games. Grandparents only get to do the first thing. (um, kidding, kind of....)
I was thinking about the gift my brother and G sent to Monkey for her first birthday. It is a xylophone shaped like a crocodile. When you pull it around its eyes goggle up and down.....and boy, can Monkey bang out a mean tune on that thing! (add in the keyboard from Grandma and all we need is someone on guitar to form our own band - yeehaw!).
I was thinking that this gift, this noisy, noisy and did I mention noisy? gift, deserved an equally loud gift in return. You know, to torture my brother and G. (and this is where you think, a ha! this says more about me than HP.....)
Only, the problem is, they already gave her a bongo! And apparently cymbals are next! Plus they have at least one guitar around the house....crap, they LIKE noise! They welcome it!
So how in the world am I supposed to torture my brother and sister in law? Send books?
Pfft. Guess I'll have to jettison my elaborate fantasies of aural revenge, and just sent something HP would like. Where is the fun in that?
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