When I was a little girl and I had my birthday, it was a birthDAY. You got a little cake, maybe a toy, maybe a few extra privileges and then the next day, back to reality, back to scrubbing floors and waiting on my ugly stepsisters.
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Sean? He has a birthMONTH. It’s a social season.
The party circuit kicked off earlier in the month when my parents were visiting. We had cake, we had presents, we had fun.
Then, the day before his birthday, Sean’s best friend and her parent’s came over with a very cool present and took us all to see the entertaining Bee movie.
Then on his official birthday, the two sets of surrogate grandparents brought over four of their grandchildren. More presents and more cake and more fun. Because I’m an idiot (don’t tell Sean I just used that bad word) I got all the little children high on cake and THEN gave them those New Year’s Eve style horn blowers. The man pictured above paid $1 to each child to buy their horn blower back. Bargain.
Next week when we gather with the other grandparents there will be the giving of thanks and the feasting on the turkey and multiple pies. And then – you guessed it – cake and presents. But no horn blowers.