Last night we celebrated my husband and son's fortieth and tenth birthdays. We enjoyed a delicious dinner of beef and chicken fondue, although I have to admit there's something kind of yucky about the smell of spent cooking oil which is hanging in the house this morning. Maybe I'll just eat a slice of leftover birthday cake to get my mind off it. Both guys opened some nice gifts, including a few books. The forty year old now has Sy Montgomery's The Good Good Pig to help pass the time as he commutes to and from the city. The ten year old now owns Harry Mazer's A Boy at War and two of R.L.Stine's Goosebumps books, Ghost Camp and God, help us for this title, Say Cheese and Die Screaming!
Everyone was happy with the birthday dinner, and afterwards I got to enjoy the Academy Awards show. I'm glad Slumdog Millionaire won so many awards. I couldn't take my eyes off that Freida Pinto, the actress who plays Latika. How gorgeous is she? But for me as a parent and as the child of a man with an impressive attention-getting whistle, the sweetest moment of the night was when Kate Winslet was accepting her Oscar and had her dad whistle so she could find him and her mom in the crowded theater. Lovely. And I type that trying to imitate her British accent.
Happy Monday morning to you!