It’s going to be a weird year, in no small part because I still have this abdominal drain in me from my intestinal tear/abscess/appendix thing and that has definitely impacted our ability to make effective birthday plans.
Last night we took you out for hibachi. A man squirted sake into my mouth and we ate like Japanese royalty in front of a hot grill. This was your idea, and I LIKED IT.
We’ll have another family-only party and then later, probably in late April or May, you’ll have a friends party at Sky High which will include a silly string fight and frozen yogurt. [Update: we had to change it to early June because you got an ear infection on the day of your party!]
With the exception of one cranky afternoon with Mom, you’ve been pretty cool about the impact on your birthday. Of course.
It was our first Christmas in a long time where we didn’t have to leave the house. We didn’t drive to visit papa (at his home or at the hospital like two years ago.) We woke, we did stockings, we ate, we did gifts…mom and I quibbled over whether all gifts should be passed out before we open them, or whether we should pass, open, pass, open. We agreed to a compromise. You were Switzerland, although you made it clear you kinda agreed with me.
You got Legos out the wazoo and you loved it. Mom and I began secretly texting each other about when we should reveal your big present, which was hiding behind the TV. Being a fan of theatrics, I thought it should come LATE, like way after all the fun had died down in the late afternoon. Mom thought early, before you got too wrapped up in Lego madness. Again, we compromised.
In the late morning we pulled the whole “what’s that behind the TV” trick. You were really excited–even for you–and gave mom a big hug. Then me. When I complained.
Later that day we left for Chinese food, waited way too long for a table and then the food was only so-so. We decided we’d never eat there again. I partly wrote this down in the hopes that I’d remember.
This was Christmas 2016. Your first Christmas without Simon. Our first Christmas with Bella. Our second Christmas where we ate at that same disappointing Chinese food place. And the day you got your first cellphone.
You told me you had a GREAT Christmas. Mission accomplished.
Elli got her ears pierced recently, and has been trending ever-so-slightly mainstream in her gendered ways. It’s got you thinking, and pushing some boundaries you had set fr yourself. And after telling us only a few days ago that you wanted to this, got your ears pierced TODAY. I was totally surprised. And even more so than with the whole bra thing, life is like ALL about earrings right now, dude.
Your mom gets pretty frustrated with people. And I know I communicate in subtle and unsubtle ways that I find the world a pretty lost place full of befuddling, selfish and self-destructive weirdos. (The very fact that I’m such a loner speaks volumes to you, I’m sure.)
So I probably shouldn’t have found last night Continue reading
Yesterday you turned 10. As you requested…
1. a parent was in the room with you when you woke up (Mom beat me to it)
2. you ate a chocolate croissant for breakfast, and
3. Zoe and Simon gave you a present (which I wrapped. Sorry! The truth is out! We bought it!)
But something else happened today that you didn’t request. Continue reading
OK, maybe it’s a mistake to post about when you got your training bras…but that happened this month. Continue reading
I felt like a pretty awesome dad. Mom didn’t like the fish tank, so I was sad that we weren’t all in agreement, but generally speaking, when we get to bring home something cool and new for you, I feel great. So we came home with a new, third betta and this tiered, triple betta tank with Continue reading