
Finally, she started opening her gifts. She got a zany hat that finished the tacky tourist look.
Kitty showing Rhianwen how it's done.

"Is this a Twilight Zone episode?"

Birthday gifts hooray!
She also got a "ride-on" car. When she first got on it, she only was moving backwards, and we all said, "Oh, it'll take her a couple of days before she gets the forward motion." Try a couple of minutes. She was zooming up and down the hall before Grandmama and Grandaddy left. Then I said to myself, "Yeah, but it'll be a long while before she can get off and on by herself." Try one day. She can actually straddle the thing all on her own. Getting off is a little trickier, and she's had plenty of noggin bumps, but she can do that too!

She got so fast that she ran over a cat. See it peeking out from under the car?
Thursday night Rhianwen and I ventured out to Carborro where we ate dinner with some college friends. The majority was men whom Rhianwen had never met before, and I think she was a bit overwhelmed. Joey even took her for a speedster stroller ride, hit the curb, a root, and a rock before getting her back to the car.
By the time daddy came home, I had deposited my purses well out of reach, but Rhianwen managed to fish some stuff out of the laundry basket to put around her neck. I will leave it to your imaginations as to what it was! She greeted daddy with this paraphernalia as he walked in the door! Very funny.
On a sadder note, our poor Clemson team got beaten by GT.

Uz, we lost.
During the loss, we ate supper, and Rhianwen refused to eat her cut-up meat and potatoes. Instead she grabbed my food ate some of it, chewed the rest, and deposited it back on my plate. I expressed my sense of gratitude at this juncture...or something like that. And Wally said, "Well, she just wants to imitate you!". No, I don't chew my food and spit it back on my plate or steal it from other people (unless it's chocolate, then I will steal it, so watch out!). But she just wants to wear mommy's purses, mommy's laundry, and eat mommy's food. I guess I should be flattered and store this in my memory bank for when I and she are older and Rhianwen thinks that mommy is totally uncool and would never dream of wearing those so last-season bags!