Theo’s birthday snuck up on us this year, since we have been busy moving and packing in the last couple weeks.
We kept things simple, and Jude suggested that Chick-fil-a would be fun. So when Derek got home from work we drove 20 min to Chick-fil-a (a new luxury for us) and let the boys play “aliens” in the playscape with other kids, until they were sweaty and out of breath enough to sit and eat their meal. Well, Jude anyways. Theo was content to take a break a lot sooner, and he ate a lot more than Jude. He’s a less distracted eater, and while Jude eats just enough to get by, Theo enjoys the experience for itself.
We stopped at Walmart for a cake, which pained my homecooked soul a little, but the boys were so excited to pick a cake out. We talked Jude down from “the best cake for Feo,” and went for the 8 inch round cake over the giant Batman sheet cake. After we brought it home, we cleaned up a little Batman action figure to put on top, and circled him with candles. Theo loved it and they’ve been eating cake since Monday, a little at a time.
Here’s the funny part: Theo is a creature of habit. He likes routine, and protocol. Once we do things a certain way, that’s the way it should be done and needs to be repeated. When Michigan spring turned from 50 degrees to 80 degrees in one week, he was so mad at me that I wouldn’t let him wear his flannel hat, and heavy coat in the stroller anymore. That just wasn’t the way we did things! He’s adjusted to sunglasses and sandals now and will probably have another fit with the heavy coat comes out again.
The morning after his birthday, at 6 am, he woke me up crying for “Batman.” I thought he meant watching a movie or something, and said no. He lead me to the fridge and pointed to the cake. So I got the cake out and gave him a slice (it’s his birthday cake after all). He still wasn’t happy, repeating “Batman, batman,” until he found the little figurine on the counter and brought it over for me to put on the cake. Ahh….that’s it! So we’re good, right? Nope. Total commitment to repetition means we had to find candles, light them, and sing happy birthday again before we could enjoy a slice. That’s the only way this particular cake could be properly served! I honestly think it was about the routine he had in his mind, and not so much about the special attention. Either way, he enjoyed it and it made me laugh to be standing in the kitchen at 6 am in my pajamas, just the two of us, singing happy birthday to him again. He wanted the same thing the next day, but two times of lighting candles was plenty, haha.
Happy Birthday, sweet little boy! You add so much joy to our family!