Two holidays have burst upon the scene at the same time. The first holiday is Ike's birthday--he will be six on Wednesday. The second holiday is the arrival of the Walmart circular that contains 37 pages of toys.
"Do you want me to be happy?" he has asked me, and every other person who comes into the house. "If you do..."
"You will get me this work bench for my birfday, and I will let daddio borrow my tools if he wants to." (You never know when daddio is going to need a plastic black and decker saw, or a drill with a foam tip.)
"Do you want me to be happy? Then get me the Dora kitchen for my birfday, and I will let you cook in in anytime you want."
"Do you want me to be happy? Then get me dese fighting guys."
The Ikeman is in luck, because he does have parents that want him to be happy. Because of our desire to please the boy we will be celebrating the event in grand fashion. The first thing we will do is wrap the house in lights, and turn them on the night of his birthday. (Hm. Christmas lights the day before Thanksgiving...) There will be two Huckleberry cheesecakes--one to sing happy birthday over, and one to share at the Thanksgiving party the next day. There will be one toy, and it is certain to be one of the toys he has asked for, as he has asked for every toy in the magazine (including the bratz fashion chair).
One of the nice things about being a parent is that we get to make extravagant displays designed to make our babies happy. Another nice thing about being a parent is that sometimes we do things for our children that they were not expecting--such extravagant displays that our children are awed by the depth of our desire to please them.
Ike's birfday celebration began with the Walmart circular, it got hyped on Sunday when the congregation sang to him, it will peek on the actual day of his birth and it will twinkle until after New Year's Eve when we stop lighting the Christmas lights.
In ten years Ike won't remember what gift he got from the circular for his sixth birthday; but I am pretty sure he will always remember that the house got lit up for the holidays on the day of his birth.
Deb,
That was beautiful, what a lucky boy!
Posted by: Sharlene | 11/19/2007 at 01:13 PM
Hee, hee, hee.
Debber, your posts never fail to make me laugh. (Well, except for those few and far between when you wax painful.)
Like I always said: you have a gift for expressing magic.
And for what it's worth, I don't usually remember specific presents I got on my birthdays (unless Oogie photographed 'em). I just remember the feeling that Oogie was going to pull out all the Xs and Os to get me what I wanted...because yes, she wanted me to be happy.
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Posted by: Andi | 11/19/2007 at 07:15 PM
That is awesome -- I try to do little things for my kids birthdays, but I'm going to have to amp it up! ;)
Posted by: JenniferB | 11/20/2007 at 12:41 PM
Hey! You have a Thanksgiving baby too! Leila was born the day after Thanksgiving in 01' last year her birthday was on Thanksgiving, this year it's friday. She and the Ike-man are the same age. Sweet!
Posted by: Ash | 11/21/2007 at 07:40 AM
How awesome for the Ikeman. Happy Birfday to him and Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!
Posted by: MJ | 11/21/2007 at 08:06 AM