Sometimes I just want to curl up in a corner, bite my nails and laugh in an unsettling way. All the routine that I have to maintain - makes for non-stop juggling and general mayhem.
Today is Aidan's birthday. He's three. Poor Aidan is suffering from the baby of the family syndrome. Although I seriously question whether there is any actual suffering occuring. Owen had a birthday party with ice cream cake and the grandparents bought him a bike (which he did not drive until he was 5). I remember Owen's third birthday quite vividly. He was quite sick I spent all day making my Italian aunty's spaghetti and Meatballs and I think there were more adults in attendance than kids. Harry's 3rd birthday was as celebratory - he got a skateboard since that was what he was into. Harry had finely tuned skaterboy senses. He'd dash outside and run with the dude until his lawn ran out. Harry was also potty trained by the time he was 3 years and 1 month. Aidan is not going to be potty trained by next month. But, I figure it will happen within the year. And after 8 years of diaper duty, I am so ready to move on and find other roles.
Aidan got a helium balloon for his birthday. Sounds pretty sad actually - from bike, to skateboard to balloon. I think it has taken me this long to figure it all out. Aidan would have the same desire and reaction to an Enzo Ferrari as he would to an Elmo balloon. I took Owen and Harry to buy some party hats and Harry asked for things you blow that go "brrrrt!". So we got some of those too. And we had pizza and cake and Aidan found much joy in fingering his fudge frosting and I felt no guilt.
Aidan has discovered the joy of fluids. I have rediscovered the art of babyproofing. First there was special smelling handcream - all over the floor, which he delighed in a solo round of figure skating. And then there was the handsoap he painted all over the bathroom floor. Who can forget the Vasaline handcream he smeared in the kitchen, or the olive-oil/vinegar creation, or the vicks vapo-rub experiment (dipping in the wireless remote) and the fabric-softener finger painting all over the dryer? You'd think I'd learn. The noxious stuff is out of reach. The olive oil never posed a threat until recently. Someone suggested we put a bell around his neck. I am beginning to think that this is a good idea.
And now my vapid drivel must come to an end..for it is bedtime!!
Only to be followed by WORK!
Yay for me!
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