63 Years Ago Today. . . .

this little dog came to live at our house.  

Okay, it wasn't really 63 years ago (to anyone but her).  It was actually nine years ago today, that Liberty Bell "Libby" Smith arrived at our house via a pet rescue organization.  

"No shedding, less than 20 pounds, free and not a puppy."  Those were the criteria for acquiring a dog that my husband set out once we agreed that we would add a canine companion to our family.  Surprisingly, it only took a few days before our dream dog was found.  And she was free (that is until I ran into the back of a Mercedes as I drove home from the pet rescue). She has been a dream dog, more like a cat than a dog really and worth every insurance- deductible penny. 

I remember thinking at the time how competitive it was to adopt a rescue animal -- 8-page forms and multiple assurances that "the well-being of the dog will be your family's highest priority."  Perhaps the conditions for getting married, having children and lots of other things, should be as exacting? 

When the pet rescue folks called during that year's broadcast of the Academy Awards (remember A Beautiful Mind?) to say we'd been selected as her new owners, we were elated - like we'd won our own little award that evening.    

Libby was housebroken from the minute we brought her home and  incredibly low-maintenance.  Our veterinarian estimated her age to be older than the 2 years the pet rescue folks said, so we have no idea of Libby's real age.  Suffice it to say, even in those first couple of years, our daughter would often say, "We didn't get a dog, we got a grandma" because Libby was so quiet and easygoing.

It is sad for me to think that sweet Libby is in the twilight of her life.  She has brought us lots of joy, put up with a lot over the years (see above) and has been almost no trouble at all.  I have been known to say, "We feel like we won the dog lottery"  when referring to Libby.  On second thought, perhaps we should have named her "Lucky."

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Birthday Party Idea - Edition 3

Like most little boys, our son LOVED superheros.  He particularly liked Spider-Man, but also Batman and Superman (and Power Rangers, too), and any character with fantastic, extraordinary talents for fighting (and defeating) the bad guys.  Here's just some of the evidence:

Spider-Man for Halloween

Who needs Robin when you have a bear? 

A secret identity and a sippy cup. 

What?  Superheros don't nap?

So it didn't take too much pondering (or creativity) to decide that a Superhero Birthday Party was in order for our then almost 4 year old.

The invitation was a simple white postcard that I printed and decorated with superhero stickers and then color copied. I know this seems ridiculous in this age of clip art, cut and paste, etc. but, honestly, that didn't exist then (either that or I was too busy raising children to notice). Nowadays, you can find lots of superhero invites at party stores -- the problem was, I was looking for a non-specific superhero invite (not just Batman, for example) and that was difficult to find. 

Children were encouraged to wear a costume or just a cape. 

The over-sized sign on our front door said, "Welcome to the Superhero Training Center."

Once inside we engaged the kids with activities designed to instruct them in, test and refine their superhero abilities.  Our games involved utilizing and assessing extrasensory skills (for example, discerning certain sounds -- a kazoo, scissors clipping, deck of cards shuffling, and smells - pizza, flowers, etc.,  all while blindfolded).  

We also tested their running and jumping abilities.  I know that seems sort of ridiculous, but when it's December and the weather outside is not cooperating you'll do anything to entertain a rowdy group of boys (plus never underestimate what a 4 year old will do in the name of becoming a Superhero).

Another game involved two volunteer dads (one of them my husband) for the "Bad Guy Wrap."  We divided the kids into two teams and gave each  a roll of toilet paper.  Their goal was to secure (e.g., wrap)  the Bad Guy to a chair,  since preventing a crime in progress and detaining  evil doers until the legal authorities arrive is one of the chief aims of a Superhero.  The first team to run out of paper - won.

That's the look of a confident Superhero on the right, in case you couldn't tell.

Here's a photo of the Kroger made cake:

Heavy on the Spider-Man but with Batman and Robin along for the ride.

 That's my guy on the right. 

After two hours of 4 year old mayhem (how's that for a good superhero word?), we presented our "graduates" with their "diplomas" which I had created using stickers and ceremonial type font.  The words were taken from my own college diploma as well as some Google sources and adapted for the occasion and printed on watermark paper:

In recognition of the successful completion of the course of study prescribed by the Superhero Training Center and by virtue of the authority granted by the Unofficial Crime Fighter's Organization (aka, Tate Smith's mom and dad) hereby confers upon [insert name] the title of Superhero, Jr. In testimony whereof we have hereunto affixed the signatures of the officers hereof on this sixteenth day of December 2000.

I then printed, with a signature line above, the names of Peter Parker (Spider-Man), Clark Kent (Superman), Bruce Wayne (Batman) and Tim Drake (Robin) and signed them all.

Here's the finished product:

I loved it so much, I had it framed.  Ten years later, it still hangs in my son's room.

Birthday Recap Pictorial

The sign as you exit our neighborhood

Running shoes from her aunt.  She wore these to run the Shamrock & Roll with her dad.

McKenzie's 18th Birthday gift

A special unicorn gift from her brother

Flowers from Nan and Pop

A ring from friend and pen pal in England, Alice (with apologies for the gross fingernail and broken finger - the victim of a car door, two weeks ago!)

A birthday dinner with friends from school

The placecards

With JuliaKate

With Morgan

With Naomi

Good times had by all!