Caution: You are entering the birthday zone!
Chad and I thought it would be wise to have our babies during the summer. This way, Chad is out of school and able to help out. I still think this is a good plan, but it has created what I call the 'birthday zone.' The birthday zone starts with mine on June 26
th, carries us through Caleb's (July 2
nd), and ends with Anderson's on July 22
nd. And, it is only bound to get worse (no, I am not making any announcements). What this means is a lot of parties. Poor Chad.... when is his birthday? It is shoved into that week filled with Christmas, our anniversary, and New Years. I try to make it special, but we are usually traveling that day, or just worn out from the holidays. Perhaps I will choose a new day for his birthday.... September seems nice and uneventful.
Chad always makes my birthday special. This is despite the fact that I 'deprive' him of the opportunity of buying me a gift. If we are going to spend money, I might as well make sure it gets spent on something I really want; so, I buy myself something a couple of weeks before hand. Chad always complains.... something about "birthday gifts should be a surprise," or other such nonsense. He just doesn't realize that I am saving him a trip to
Walmart at 11 PM the night before my birthday. It is better this way....really.
This birthday, I was arriving home from a week-long class I had been taking in Salem. As I pulled into the driveway, I could hear giggling, shrieking, and running
occurring inside. I entered the house and Anderson and Caleb swarmed me... balloons in hand and party hats on their heads. They had decorated their room (the party room) with streamers. Chad, Anderson, and I played pin the tail on the donkey while Caleb used 50 pieces of tape to plaster his donkey tail to his bed (it's still there). Then we ate gluten-free brownies and ice cream. I thought the brownies tasted incredible, but Chad told me that they really weren't that great; my standards of taste must be straying from reality.
For the curious out there: I am 30. I am happy to claim 30. I feel that '30' gives me credibility. Perhaps I wouldn't feel this way if I
looked older. In my grungy clothes and a baseball hat, I can still pass for 15. That wouldn't be too bad, except that I have two little boys with me everywhere I go. So, I just get dirty looks. Now, I will at least look like a 16 year old with two little boys. Yep, I am movin' up in the world!