I had big dreams for Rowan’s birthday, like breakfast out
except all she wanted for breakfast was Honey Bunches Of Oats. Uh, okay, if that’s what you really want for
your birthday, then so be it. Rowan and
her siblings played, while I did this and that.
I knew for sure we’d go out with Uncle Bobby and
Aunt Lavonia for lunch to celebrate your birthday, except Oma decided she
wanted to get her hair braided instead.
So there went the dream of eating out.
Instead, we were sent out to get Popeye’s and a birthday cake, so at the
very least Aunt Lavonia and Uncle Bobby, Eric, and whatever Eric’s girlfriend’s
name is, could share in your birthday cake.
And this was when the day turned not so great. Getting across the grocery store parking lot,
TTT started acting like escaped convicts.
So that required a talking to. We go inside, then the cake is picked out, sodas are bought for the adults, then out
we go. And as I get the groceries, I
hear a woman fussing. I see the kids in
the fray. I walked over to the woman and
she informed me, that while she was trying to decide which lottery ticket to
buy at the lottery vending machine Rowan pressed a button giving her a ticket
she didn’t want. Ugh! Are you kidding me?!?!
We had just had a conversation about keeping
your hands to yourself and not touching stuff that doesn’t belong to you. I apologized to the woman. I made Rowan apologize. I asked if there was anything I could do to
appease the woman. She said, yes. I could make things right by buying her a
five dollar lottery ticket. I had no
cash on me, so I got back in line to get money off of my card, then gave it to
the woman so she could buy her lottery ticket.
She gave me the one that Rowan pushed for.
So on her birthday, Rowan got in trouble once we got
home. The family ate, then it was
time for cake. We sang Happy Birthday to
her and she blew out the candles happily.
I picked her up, gave her a jacket, and we were off. It was Oscar Sunday and part two of her
birthday was Mr. Brad’s famously awesome Oscar party.
We missed a bit of the opening looking for a park. Brad's house was packed, but we
found a place in the back to park, after
we found the right apartment that was.
Between me holding her and Rowan sneaking up to the front of the chaired
people, she had a good time as the only kid at the Oscar party. Though she was confused as to why Mr. Brad
didn’t have a birthday cake at his party.
I forgot she’d only been to birthday parties and didn’t know there were
other type of parties.
We ate, drank,
tried new foods (and by new I mean things I would try if I would only fork over
the money for them) and were merry. When
the Oscars concluded and I didn’t win any prizes, we snuck out the door and
went home. She opened her birthday
presents with her brother and sister looking on, then she asked if she could
watch her brand new Veggie Tales DVD.
Since you only turn five once, I said okay. Thank goodness, the Oscars air live on the
West Coast.
She enjoyed her birthday which was all that mattered,
even if it wasn’t the birthday day that I had imagined.
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