Cathy in the Wright

An Outpost Celebration

Today is The Governor's birthday. He's two. I'm scared.

He opened his birthday presents this morning. He looked them over and immediately asked for his green light saber. Thanks, Aunt Sheila, for picking out the awesome gift. (And making my stuff look like used Kleenex.)

The present-opening was actually an improvement on the morning. The day started when I walked into his room and found him standing in his crib, patting his rear end and announcing, "I've got dirty pants, Mama!"

He wasn't lying.

I made matters worse when I pulled off his pajama bottoms. The diaper barrier was breached. Poop everywere. Enter The Senator who wants to give his brother a Happy Birthday hug. I holler, "Don't touch him!" Senator cries. The Governor starts wailing. Dogs start barking.

So I did what any good mother would do. I finished cleaning up and then said:

"Hey boys, should we have birthday cake for breakfast?"

Having instantly attained Superhero status, I headed to the kitchen followed by my cheering devotees.

Do I know how to celebrate or what?

Posted by Cathy at April 16, 2004 02:01 PM