Today is Oldman’s birthday. He has been driving me crazy looking forward to this for weeks!
He’s not so much excited about turning 9 as he is being 1 year away from double-digits. You’d think he was about to turn 16.
We’re planning a family party tonight, with his “real” party in 2 weeks (the snow storm screwed things up for this weekend).
You know how you have moments in your life where you feel like you are the worst mom/dad in the world? I think I’ve got you beat. This is Oldman’s first (EVER) birthday party.
Gremlin’s had two.
It seems like every February is a blur, so the idea of planning a party is nauseating. The guilt was just too much this year. That boy needed a birthday party and by golly, a birthday party he is getting!