Our Birthday

I always feel like Bilbo Baggins saying that it was our (One hundred and eleventieth) birthday, but it is true, it was indeed our (3)2nd birthday this week. We wanted to go out and get a pizza, but Bertucci's downtown had suddenly closed (why? why?) and so we ended up going to Ludwig's "for auld lang syne" - since it is really nothing much to visit for dinner (slow service, overpriced menu). To our great delight (and I mean all three of us) there was a live jazz band playing and we were asked to move to a table in the corner where Eva could run around in the space between the table and the wall, pour salt in her water, eat spaetzle and generally be merry. We were also able to drink our 0.5 liter cups of merry cheer and enjoy them. Between sets our wild child was screaming "mooooore muuuuseeee moooooore muuuuseeee" and the bad parents that we are, we stayed out far too late with her. It was the best birthday party ever! Thank Goodness that she doesn't yet know about Chucky Cheese!