Let's face it. I make rookie mistakes daily. But now the calendar says I'm no longer a rookie. My babies have grown into school-age children with minds of their own. We fumble, stumble and mumble over each other as we do life in our tiny house.
Although I don't believe the math, the calendar says celebrate, so celebrate we will. There are the actual birth date (school night) celebrations. There are special restaurant lunches with singing waitstaff. There are individually wrapped, classroom treats and goody bags from the dollar store. (Not to be confused with the previous week's Valentine treat bags.) Lastly, there's the big weekend bash--rented party room, entertainer, two cakes and four pizzas.
February may be the shortest month, but around here it's really long on fun.
|having lunch on the right side of the tracks|