Plural. As in multiple celebrations.
It's what we do around here. We live like Nomads, and we have family scattered all around, so we like to S-T-R-E-T-C-H a birthday to it's fullest.
Last weekend, Dan/Daddy's parents and Nonie came to visit, and we celebrated the boy's birthday with them. We went out for Hibachi and had a giant cookie cake...
Taking Dan/Daddy's Nonie to a Japanese steakhouse is enough entertainment to last all year.
The night before his REAL birth DAY, we celebrated with just the 3 of us, and the boy had his first lobster... all to himself. He wouldn't even share a bite with the woman who brought him into this world. That's gratitude for you.
This weekend, all my family came to spend the Easter weekend with us. We celebrated the boys' birthday AGAIN... this time with cake.
I love that little blond head of my nephew popping into the picture to help with the candles.
In putting this post together, I was thinking about 2 things...
1. We are truly blessed. We have close relationships with our families. I know so many people who have strained relationships with family members, and I should never take mine for granted. We actually want to spend time together, and the boy is surrounded by people who love him. Blessed.
2. We like dessert. I just did a fast mental checklist of the sugar we've consumed in one week's time, and it is embarrassing. I didn't even count the mountain of Easter candy sitting in the kitchen. I keep saying to myself,
"How many times do you turn 13?"
I can justify almost anything.
Love and dessert. I will take seconds of either one.
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