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MomDay Monday – The Un-Birthday


“The principal announces the birthdays during morning announcements. Then everyone looks at you all day like you’re supposed to give them a cupcake. I mean, really…. Are they all just in it for the cake?”

The Boy is having an existential crisis. He’s not excited for his birthday. He’s not excited to get older. He doesn’t even want a friend party. “They’re all going to bring things. And I don’t need things in boxes. It’s not about things in boxes with wrapping paper. It’s about friendship. We all need friendship,” he wailed. He’s right. But I still would have laughed if he hadn’t been so darned serious about it.

I explained that his family & friends are happy he’s here so we want to celebrate with him. We want to remember the day he joined us. It was January 13 , 2004 at 1:14 pm. A fact that cracks us up because if we had only been :56 earlier he could have been born on 1/13/04 at 1:13:04.

We agreed on one thing. We’d have an Un-Birthday. It’s still his birthday, but it will be low-key:

No dinner out. Usually the Birthday Kid gets to pick where he wants to go to dinner. This year we’re going to stay in & The Boy can pick what he wants me to cook. Or rather, what he wants his dad to cook since The Ex always joins us & more importantly, since The Ex is a former chef. Unless he picks grilled cheese. I got that locked up.

No friend party. In a few weeks, long after the birthday, we will invite a couple of his friends to go out for the day with us… tubing, laser tag, bowling, wherever… but with no mention of birthday parties. Just a day out with friends.

No presents. He has agreed to open what his family has given him but that’s it. And even then, he may donate some things. I’m kind of regretting the iPod Touch.

No cupcakes/cookies/treats for school. While he didn’t want me to call the principal & ask that his name not be read, once I explained that he was not obligated to bring any kind of treat to school for his birthday, he felt slightly better. I mean really… are they all just in it for the cake?

He always has been a little leery of birthdays.

He always has been a little leery of birthdays.


Just Get Her Shoes & Call it a Day


KK’s birthday is coming up so The Kids & I headed out shopping.

The Boy, as we walk into a Hallmark store: “Is this the girl store? My wife will love this place.”

They Really Love Their Dad, Too


The Ex had a birthday recently so I took The Kids shopping for some birthday gifts. Coming across some sports watches, The Girl picked one up & eyed it.

Me: “That’s a nice watch but it’s kind of casual. Maybe we can look for one that’s a little more handsome.”

The Girl: “No… Handsome & Dad don’t really go together.”

You Say it’s Your Birthday


It was The Girl’s birthday yesterday. Another year closer to perfecting her eye roll & her foot stomp. As she was getting out of the car at school drop-off, she leaned back into the car & said to The Boy, “Make sure all your friends wish me a happy birthday.”

The Boy: “Sure.”

As we drove away, I said, “That’s really nice of you buddy, but your friends don’t even know Grace. They don’t have to wish her a happy birthday.”

The Boy: “Oh, they’re not going to. I’m just going to tell her they did.”

It Pays to Plan Ahead


Last week, The Boy handed me a sheet of paper with his neat, 2nd grade handwriting covering the front & back.

The Boy: “Here. It’s my birthday list. Keep it safe until you need it…. Oh, and mom?”

Me: “Yes?”

The Boy: “Don’t spend all your money on this.”

MomDay Monday – Birthdays & Music


The Kids’ birthdays are this week. Yes… both of them. 3 years & 3 days apart. The Ex’s birthday is in April. Do the math. I’ll give you a minute…

So The Kids’ & I were out today after school/work & we heard all three of “our songs” so I figured I’d share them.

This song makes The Boy & me break out in spontaneous dance. And let me tell you, that kid’s got some moves

This is The Girl’s favorite song… and no, sweetie – I don’t think your Catholic school will let you perform this in the student talent show.

And one that has recently become a personal favorite but always reminds me of The Girl singing this to a crowd of Girl Scouts at a Sock Hop. It’s probably best if you don’t ask.