I don’t know if it’s a gender-thing or what …. But so far, he’s stymied my best efforts to script the day. “Why don’t we wait and see what I feel like?”
(Yes, as a matter of fact, that IS the sound of my teeth grinding!)
Oh, what the hey ... I love him, and love hanging out - whatever the occasion. It's all in our attitudes, hmmm?
Still, I couldn’t resist publishing this evidence of his 2nd birthday party celebration "a while back" … together with an excerpt from the invitation I sent a few years ago:
- Excerpted from Jane Stern‘s delightful book, Square Meals.
“How nice it is, in a world filled with mean, scary people like landlords, motor vehicle bureau personnel and headwaiters, to set aside time for milk and cookies.
Everybody has some special food that makes them feel taken care of: A culinary escape from danger: Noodles and pot cheese, Mom’s chicken soup, rice pudding with raisins, or a tall glass of chocolate milk with vanilla wafers on the side.
Nursery food is the supreme comfort. No wonder, because however, abysmal it really was, childhood looks so appealing the farther away it gets. You remember warm farina served in a bowl decorated with dancing bunnies, or the ritual cup of cocoa after school.
Compared to grown-up worries like earning a living, developing a double chin or thermonuclear water, the childhood horror of spilling grape juice doesn’t seem all that awful.
It’s rumored that the more emotionally evolved a person is, the higher his required take of baby food. Well, not exactly pabulum and gruel, but nice food that takes the edge off a not-so-nice world … like pudding and Horlick’s malted milk powder.”
Please help us celebrate Tom!
Birthday hats … snicks n’ snacks and CAKE!
(Suggested attire ~ Pajamas)