So, my birthday officially starts in less than five hours. I'm typically big on making a big deal out of my birthday, insisting that we honor not just my birthDAY but rather my birth WEEK. I'm not sure what it is this year though. Maybe it's that it falls so early in the week and thereby so close to Thanksgiving this year. Maybe it's because I have a busier than usual schedule of multiple staffings and team meetings every day during and after school which has kept me preoccupied. It could be that, with this birthday, I officially move into the next decade making it acceptable for The General to remind me that I'm now officially "in my thirties" (something I've reminded HIM of regularly over the past eight months). Whatever the reason, I had to actually pause on Sunday to remember what day my birthday fell on this week. This, for me, is highly unusual.
It's refreshing to know that not everyone in our house is feeling the birthday blues. Shortcake is positively radiating with birthday fever, and Punkin is doing her part in building the excitement as well. There were ample secrets spread around the dinner table last night, and Punkin gave us all a dress rehearsal for her big "Happy Birthday" performance. Shortcake was asking me tonight if I would like a purple cake.
I'm thinking there may have been some undercover preparations today while I was at work. As much as she loves secrets, Shortcake's got a some room for improvement in terms of keeping those secrets under lock and key.
Her: Mommy, look at this. (showing me traces of purple marker on her hand)
Me: What's that from?
Her: Me and Daddy did a project today.
Me: Oh yeah? What project did you do?
Her: (involuntary smile spreading across her face) We made a birthday card...
Me: (involuntary smile spreading across my face) Really? Who is the birthday card for?
Her: (hands cover mouth) Oh. I mean, we made a...um, it's for...Punkin.
Her: A birthday card for Punkin?
Her: Yeah, and then we hid it.
Me: Oh, you hid the project so she wouldn't find it?
Her: Yeah, we put it in my room.
Me: You did?
Her: We put it under my tree in my room. We slid it under the blanket under the tree.
Me: Should we go look for it?
Her: (with a look of horror on her face) NO! We can't look for it. It's a secret.
Me: Oh, okay.
Ten minutes later...
Me: What, sweetie?
Her: Remember when I said me and daddy did a project today?
Her: I was just kidding. We didn't do a project today.
Me: Oh, okay.
I refrained from looking under the tree just in case.