Thirty-seven
Today was our Dada's birthday. We helped him do it up right. The boys and I started the day by driving to Starbucks to fetch Dada his favorite cup of joe before he got out of bed. When we got back, we all got to eat breakfast and sip our respective morning beverages while watching the original Grinch cartoon with Boris Karloff, which TiVo had recorded for us, bless its cold little microprocessing heart. The boys gave Dada his present from them -- Rock'em Sock'em Robots -- and Isaac and Dada enjoyed pretending to knock each other's blocks off for a bit before Dada had to finally go to work.
I had this awesome birthday surprise planned for Dada -- that of a real date, the two of us, out of the house, alone together. I set up reservations for us and called the sitter. This was major. We've not been out of the house alone for more than an hour since Jacob was born, and I thought Dada would love it. I was going to spring it on him when he got home from work and whisk him away on a magical, romantic night. Luckily for me, I couldn't wait, and told him this morning before he left for work. That Dada, he's such a loser -- he told me he really didn't want to go out, that more than anything he wanted to spend his birthday with his boys. What a turkey. But it was the turkey's birthday, and one should have everything one's heart desires on one's birthday. Because I am a genius anyway, I had a great backup plan. Yesterday the boys and I made our first visit to the only full-service butcher shop in town and picked up a seriously lovely 3-1/2 lb pot roast. So instead of traipsing out in the freezing cold by ourselves, we got to cozy up with our boys to the most tender, juicy roast I have ever had, ever. I swear Dada himself ate 2 pounds of it.
After the pot roast came the grand finale, a made-from-scratch carrot cake, topped with a Lightning McQueen candle hand-picked by Isaac. Isaac had been training hard for the cake moment, and I think he made Dada's day.
Now Dada and I are curled up on the couch downstairs, glutted and falling asleep watching TV.
Happy birthday, sweetie! Hope your day was as awesome as you deserved.
I had this awesome birthday surprise planned for Dada -- that of a real date, the two of us, out of the house, alone together. I set up reservations for us and called the sitter. This was major. We've not been out of the house alone for more than an hour since Jacob was born, and I thought Dada would love it. I was going to spring it on him when he got home from work and whisk him away on a magical, romantic night. Luckily for me, I couldn't wait, and told him this morning before he left for work. That Dada, he's such a loser -- he told me he really didn't want to go out, that more than anything he wanted to spend his birthday with his boys. What a turkey. But it was the turkey's birthday, and one should have everything one's heart desires on one's birthday. Because I am a genius anyway, I had a great backup plan. Yesterday the boys and I made our first visit to the only full-service butcher shop in town and picked up a seriously lovely 3-1/2 lb pot roast. So instead of traipsing out in the freezing cold by ourselves, we got to cozy up with our boys to the most tender, juicy roast I have ever had, ever. I swear Dada himself ate 2 pounds of it.
After the pot roast came the grand finale, a made-from-scratch carrot cake, topped with a Lightning McQueen candle hand-picked by Isaac. Isaac had been training hard for the cake moment, and I think he made Dada's day.
Now Dada and I are curled up on the couch downstairs, glutted and falling asleep watching TV.
Happy birthday, sweetie! Hope your day was as awesome as you deserved.
posted by Claire at 9:38 PM
2 Comments:
oh my gosh!! i have tears in my eyes from his singing!! i ;ll have to get micah trained up for daddy's bday in march!! that is so awesome!!
Awww sounds like a great birthday! Happy Belated Birthday to the Dada!
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