I love birthdays. Maybe I should clarify. I love my birthday. I am one of those adults that never grew out of birthdays being a big deal. My parents didn't throw over-the-top parties or buy me a European car before I was even 16 (thank you MTV's My Super Sweet 16 for giving me completely realistic expectations), but they made it fun. Now, having said that. Having a summer birthday causes you to lose some lack-luster. Having your birthday around a major holiday - well - people have plans. And my dear husband, for all his gifts, cannot plan a birthday to save his life. He simply cannot. This has been his plight since we were dating. I have tried to help him. I tell him, "I would like XX, so call XX, and you have to do it by XX because they'll be booked." Nope. Nada. Doesn't happen. For the last few years, I've essentially planned my entire celebration myself. Which is fine, because eventually it will be so expensive that he will in fact plan something. But then, this year y'all — kids. Yes. This was my first birthday to celebrate another trip around the sun with littles. And like any adoring mother, I let them know, weeks in advance. We had a countdown. (Please refer to intro section.) This did not fix my husband's affliction, by the way, I still planned exactly everything. But, he did manage to bring home some flowers and a card everyone signed so we'll give him some points. When our youngest bounded down the stairs he exclaimed, "Kirsten! Where's your birthday." Alas my sweet. You should learn now, William can't do birthdays. There was no balloons, or cake, or "happy birthday" sign, no evidence at all that my most important day had arrived. (Don't worry darlings, I'll be in charge of your days.) There was no sleeping in but there was brunch! They enjoyed their first round of breakfast and we got ready to take on the day. Then we enjoyed pancakes as big as our head and headed off for adventure. I knew I wanted to do something as a family before William and I had some sans kids time in the evening (thanks to my sister-in-love). I adore a good game, so we found ourselves at an arcade of sorts with games, mini-golf, kid-sized roller coasters, and even bowling. And because I'm over-competitive and don't just let people win (even if they are kids) I also won myself a fuzzy llama. (HBD) We bounced from game-to-game racing cars, stomping on gophers, twirling in cupcakes, and shooting hoops until — meltdown. It was like a chain reaction. One went up in flames and then the other, twice. Nap time! Yes, we are now scheduled around this block of time where our youngest gets his cranky-o-saraus treatment. Unfortunately we did not make it out the door before said regimen was completed and he melted into a puddle when he found out we were leaving. Fun! You'll have a great time with Auntie, K? Bye! Make it onto the highway and find out dear husband has no plan. No one iota as to where we are headed. Cool. My default happy place is The Museum of Fine Arts, Houston. Yes, I know it's super nerdy but I love floating from room to room and parking myself on a bench in the Impressionism gallery. And to his dismay and my delight! The special exhibit was and ode to fashion photography. Well! As an added bonus, I was finally able to see one of Houston's newest gems, the Cloud Column. This is already surpassing my self-inflicted word limit, so I won't go into detail about how we tried to find a restaurant and pulled up the wrong menu (for south FL mind you), ended up at a completely different place, left (oh yes), drank spiked lemonade, and ate cookies smooshed with ice cream. And then we got our rears home and dealt with a child who refused to go to bed because — kids. But, most importantly, we did as many things as we could and I was still able to enjoy celebratory sushi (priorities). So while we had to make adjustments and exceptions, I hope to have several repeats.
xoxo
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