Poor India. The middle child phenomenon is already in full effect. Today is her 2nd birthday and she doesn’t even know it, because I had to wake up at 6am and spend the morning at a high-risk ultrasound screening for her younger unborn sibling. (Good news – baby looks great). Now I am exhausted and pretty much letting PBS do the parenting, and pretending like her birthday is tomorrow.
Not to mention, I haven’t even planned a party for her. I am just too tired . . . between raising two kids and cooking a
life sucking parasite much-loved baby in my tummy, I just don’t have the energy. I have ridiculous expectations for throwing parties. Maybe because I have good friends like this. (Seriously, did you look at those pictures? Is Ali the next Martha Steward or what?). When Jafta turned two, we had a backyard bash with a bouncehouse, a sing-along, homemade cupcakes, and gourmet quiche and mimosas for the grownups. But the 2nd child will spend her birthday at Build-A-Bear with three friends, her family, and a queasy mom who hopes the whole thing is over in less than thirty minutes. The kids and I just watched a video on the Build-A-Bear website and Jafta said, “after we go to that store, when is India’s party??” Clearly a party-spoiled child. And then he asked what friends were coming. I told him the guest list, and he seemed very concerned that only three of her friends were coming. “Only three kids? That’s not very nice!” Thanks for the guilt trip, Jafta.