Happy birthday…not sure what to call you because you really hate it when I call you baby, and you ask for me to please not call myself Mommy. It’s “Mom” not “Mommy.”
This was the first year we did not give you a traditional birthday party. It is so hard to find enough kids to get together around this time of the year. We spent more money on toys to make up for it. You loved your Minecraft toys, your Super Man, Mr. Freeze and Flash figures and the new Captain Underpants book.
It’s nice to know that dad and I are friends enough so that we can go out for your birthday as a foursome, with Jaques included. Your birthday dinner of choice was a tunafish sandwich at Subway and four donuts from Dunkin, although I suspect some will get stale.
You joined Taekwondo in August and really like it. We let soccer go this season.
We now look forward to Halloween where you are going to dress up as the Flash.
We went to Disney World this year and we were all amazed.
I wonder if you will remember your 8th summer as “The Summer of Sleep”?
I go for a Sleep Study test on September 22nd but until then, I seem to be sleeping more and more. No one is sure if it is of a depressive or physical nature. Thank God for Jacques,video games and now for back to school because I have a very hard time staying awake for more than a couple of hours at a time during the day.
I explain to you that this is a temporary situation, but “temporary” is hard to grasp for an 8 year old.
Happy birthday, my…baby. Shoot, it’s my blog and I’ll call you that if I want to.