In addition to leather couches and dinette sets, spring also brings the silly season to my life. It all started back in 1998 when David and I decided to start a family. I wanted a spring baby, and being the Type A-control freak-compulsive planner that I am, I got one. Rebecca was born on May 2, which was in fact her due date. The lilacs were blooming, the trees were green and I patted myself on the back for being such an efficient little breeder.
When it was time to add another child to our family, I decided that I would be very clever and have another spring baby. My spring baby clothes from infant Rebecca would fit my new spring baby, and readers, that is exactly what happened. Lily was born on April 12 and wore every one of Rebecca's onesies.
It became obvious to me almost immediately that I had not thought out my plan properly. I realized my mistake that very first year when I was three weeks post-partum and getting ready to host a ducky themed birthday party for Rebecca. I was exhausted and only fit into one pair of pants, yet there I was helping twelve three year olds glue feathers onto ducks.
The next year was not so bad. Lily was only turning one and had no friends so a family party of cake and balloons was plenty. It was once Lily turned two and every year thereafter that things have been tricky.
Now I begin to plan in February, because come April 1st, I need to hit the ground running. April brings Lily's birthday, Easter, Passover and a dance team dinner show. May arrives bringing Rebecca's birthday, the dance recital, Mother's Day, and the dance team competition. Every minute of every weekend is busy with events, parties and occasions which must be cooked and cleaned for.
Then June will come and I'll catch up on my loafing and murder mysteries.
Until then you can find me with my nose in my day planner making sure that I haven't forgotten anything.
4 comments:
Oh, I've missed you and now I know why! Birthdays are tiring. Big whoop-dee-doo celebrations will be the norm every year for you, for a while. Like the Trace Adkins song says, "You're Gonna Miss This"!
Ah, that was a great ducky themed birthday party. There's nothing like glue, feathers and three year olds.
My kids are both November babies. February trips to Florida result in kids born two years and 11 days apart in November. Birthdays start in the beginning of Nov. Then it's a mad dash to Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the New Year. At least you can say you planned for spring babies. I just tried to escape winter snows.
My 14yo shares a birthday with Rebecca. And I nearly share a birthday with Lily. In fact, where I am, it's already her birthday!
Happy birthday Lily.
I'm birthday-phobic. I hate organising kids birthdays and I don't like doing anything too big for my own. Let them pass in quiet specialness and I'm a happy girl. Miss Sunshine reckons she'd like to take two friends to the zoo for her birthday. I'm inclined to think that's a great idea.
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