Okay, so things aren’t really that bad so far. I’m crazy tired, but I expected that. And Murphy would approve of both boys waking up desperate for my attention super early this morning. I’m crossing my fingers that they have a special long birthday nap planned for me. Because I could use one of my own.
Yesterday the rest of my birthday appeared in the mail (and by UPS). I opened the cards but left the presents themselves for today. I think it’s kind of funny that the card from my in-laws got here the day before my birthday; M’s didn’t make it to him until the day after. That sure makes me feel special.
Okay, so I kind of lied. I didn’t exactly leave all the presents for today. When I talked to my mom late yesterday, she told me that the presents in the big box were individually wrapped, so I went ahead and opened the box to see how many presents I had. (I sound like a little kid on Christmas.) Two of them were for the boys. There was no reason for those to wait, right? Then I got into the spirit of it and had to open just one of mine a day early. I’m proud of myself for stopping there. By the way, it’s a cute springy purse. I’m super picky about finding purses, so it’s always easier if someone else does the choosing for me. I’m excited to go somewhere so that I get to carry it.
Then this afternoon, I’ll open the rest of my presents. M is also planning to get more birthday pics of me with the boys (like he’s done the last two years), and I’m very much looking forward to that. The weather looks perfect for it–sunny and clear and HOT. So it should end up being an okay birthday after all, especially if I can get that nap.
By the way, thanks for all the comments about the eating issues. While I don’t have a foolproof solution, it really helps to know that the problems are totally normal. If anything, he’s already eating better than most other kids his age. I think the biggest frustration comes from his desire to give the dog a “twee” (treat) during meals and then slip her some food. We are strongly anti-people-food, so this drives me crazy, which translates into frustration with all of his eating habits. I know we could fix the problem with feeding the dog by keeping her away from the table during meals, but I’m reluctant to do something she’ll read as punishment when PJ is the one doing something wrong. Until we find a reasonable solution to this problem, I’d say we’re doing pretty well. We’ll just keep doing what we’re doing, and I’ll quit complaining.