You want anything special for dinner? I asked RegularDad as he left for work this morning. Hmmmm….naaaah….. he said. And off he went. Satellites need flying no matter what day it is. So we did some math, and then we did some spelling and some grammar and such. And then we went shopping.
For a little of this….
A little of that….
And then some tea and gifts and pomegranates.
The kids, of course, kept snitching the frosting with their fingers. And I, of course, kept telling them to stop. And then RegularDad said, oh what the heck? why not?
Why not, indeed? It was just us, after all.
That cake was the smallest, least childish or feminine cake we could find, other than an odd little half-football shaped thing with a Philadelphia Eagles banner hanging from it. We also couldn’t do candles because now that I’m not smoking, I keep forgetting to lay in a supply of matches or working lighters.
(For the kids’ parties, there always seems to be a smoker or two lurking around outside to borrow a light from. And most of them have emphysema or cancer or the like, but they keep on keepin’ on. I hold my breath when I go up to them to ask to borrow some fire. But I smile too. I still get it, you know? Alas, such are the troubles of the nicotine-free.)
After dessert, my 4-year-old announced that it was time to go outside and sweep the back porch. She said this with an air of someone who is conferring a Great Prize upon us. Like it was the best party game ever. So the girls and RegularDad trooped on out and took turns with the broom. Then after they got all jazzed up on sugar and housework, it was time to come in for pj’s, milk and a Noddy video. Noddy freaks me out completely, so instead of sitting down to watch him and his freaky friends and that really freaky car, I looked briefly at the dishes and ordered them to get started washing themselves, and then went into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed for a while.
The girls are trying to sleep now. But it’s hot, and they’ve had cake, and we’re all still a bit congested. My 4-year-old has already had one bout of tears and a dreadfully sore arm and leg that are now covered with cool cloths. It may prove to be a long night. It’s about time for me to go look and see if the dishes are done washing themselves yet. Then I’ll collapse on the couch for a while and find some Law & Order reruns to stare at.
Happy birthday, RegularDad. And hey, don’t forget. You’re older than me.
Sounds like a big success to me! Keep on keepin’ on… That is officially my new motto.
My kids so enjoy their dad’s birthdays. They plan all kinds of things and the oldest rearranges his schedule so he is sure to be home for the cake.
Hub doesn’t care that it’s his birthday except for the obligatory birthday,um, connubial bliss?
Ami, LOL!
Sounds like you all had a great time. We went to the in-laws this past weekend cuz fil’s bday was Monday and the boys were so excited to go to a birthday party. we made him a cake and they practiced the birthday song and weren’t too disappointed when there wasn’t a “real” party. Although they chanted cake, cake, cake most of our visit!
How sweeeeeeeeeet!