We create pauses in our lives – unique moments in which we stop and celebrate, honour, mourn or reflect. Weddings, funerals. Births. I come from a family that pulls out all the stops for birthdays and let me tell you, it was pretty dispiriting entering the ‘real world’ and learning that not a whole lot of people really cared one way or another that I was having a birthday. It didn’t exactly help that my birthday falls smack-dab right before American school lets out, so the only thing on anyone’s mind was: SUMMER VACATION SOON.
I thought long and hard and decided that I’d not celebrate birthdays at all with the munchkinlings. Since we are all born within 2 weeks of each other, we could just make a nice family trip or something and let that be that. Micah, though, has smelled the whiff of ‘birthday’ and wants a bite. So… after even more long and hard thought, I’m budging. We’ll do birthdays. But a way low-key, muted, turn-down version of it all. Involving one cake, presents on the side of none.
|Micah, turning 3 last Saturday|
Memories of this time last year. Sniff, sniff, sob, sob. Gotta stop this!
Having kids is so freakin’ emotional. The love, pain, pressure, tears, LOVE, blood, sweat, TEARS. It’s veritable roller coaster of juicy, fat hormones that have been double-dipped in happiness after being liberally drenched in oily misery.
I have my
doodads hearing aids on now. I don’t know why I do. Mikey’s trying to fix the oven right now and is banging the crap out of it. Like the laptop, it chose a really *choice* moment to break down. The oven, right when I want to get snappin’ and crackin’ with Serene‘s tempting-looking Rainbow Cake recipe (hey, if we’re only going to get one cake, may as well make it the raddest one ever!). Fingers crossed it’s something to do with the valve. Fingers crossed he gets it working again. Fingers crossed it doesn’t explode on him/us and burn us all down to a crisp. Fingers crossed we’ll stay away from Costco cakes (I think I’m going to turn the hearing aids off now – I’m getting a headache).
Nothing against Costco cakes, by the way, Ma. I just want to make my own offering of love and toil. Kind of like giving birth all over again.
Speaking of birth. I think I’m giving birth to a succulent obsession. I swear, I think about them all.the.time. When I’m not thinking of quilts, that is. Or vegetable gardening. Every time but the time spent on those, is spent on thinking about succulents. I drool over plant porn like this and this, (this too) have wandering loose visions in my mind’s eye as I nurse Moxie, of towering succulent creations in the garden. Massive, fleshy, cool-as-hell living Seussical beings.
I went to the nursery yesterday and had to seriously restrain myself:
me: droooooooooooooooooooooooooool (pant, pant, pant)
sensible self (ss): nope, sorry, can’t afford it
me: but they are only $1.99!
ss: sorry, charlie
me: BUT I WANT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ss: no way, jose
me: JUST ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
ss: mmmm. One?
me: yes! yes! JUST ONE!
ss: well, maybe one. Just one
ss: …… (unsmiling. disapproving)
me: (after a while) you know, that ONE is going to be kinda lonely, all by its self…
..and so. I ended up walking out with 4. $1.99 x 4 = $8 + California sales tax = $52 . But man, are they cute! And speaking of cute:
She is so precious, isn’t she? Like a soft, sweet little marshmallow.
and now it’s much later. Mikey fixed the oven! Our Colourful Closet is safe and the cake-bake is ON! Wooo-hooo!