Boyfriends

Yesterday we had the Posenjaks and their three sons over for Cinco de Mayo. Twas a una buena noche had by all. The only problem with the visit was that Vivian now is oggling any male that walks by has an affinity for guys. There she was sitting like a lady, batting her baby eyelashes as she was surrounded by three strapping young lads. I know that she's a hottie but I thought I wasn't going to have to lock her up until she was 21 years not 21 days. Ya can't win 'em all. This is unfortunate because I'm not quite sure how I'm supposed to lock her up with her mother around showing her off to everyone. I'll keep you posted.

On a brighter note, I brewed a baby beer in honor of V's entrance into oxygen breathing existence. It's an American Amber Wheat style beer. It's called "Baby, Baby Can't You Drink My Heart Wheat" in honor of V's second favorite band, Herman's Hermits. If you'd like a taste, send a self-addressed stamped envelope to the address on your screen. Vivian tasted it and said "Quite possibly the finest Amber Wheat I've ever tasted, even if it is the first one I've ever tasted." Here are some pictures to wet your whistle whilst you wait for your envelope to get mailed back to you:

This is what we found on our doorstep the morning of her birthday.

We told her to strike a sexy pose and this is what she did. Very tasteful!

She's talking to the flowers here telling them how cool her Dad is.

We told her the feathers were edible.

Then after she ate them, we told her we were kidding.

We'd like to show you what happened next but we censored it for those with weak stomachs.