I used to scrapbook; I did. But then I never seemed to be able to keep my scrapbook up-to-date, as evidenced by the fact that I was working on the pictures of the boy first learning to crawl, when he was already in kindergarten.
That’s about the time my OCD started to tremble and cry, because LOOK HOW FAR BEHIND I AM! When you suffer from the compulsive tendency to want your scrapbooks up-to-the-moment and you’re six years behind, you end up living in a cabin in the woods, all alone, where you sit in a rocking chair and talk to imaginary woodland creatures.
So I quit scrapbooking, because I didn’t want to become one of those people whose imaginary friend is a raccoon named Randall. Plus, mountain cabins are usually too far away from a Starbucks to make me comfortable, and there tend to be a lot of ticks and mosquitoes in nature.
Then, sometime in the boy’s 3rd grade year of school, I started this blog. I figured I’d give it up after a few weeks, because that’s my track record. I’ve given up scrapbooking and laundry and membership in the Rick Springfield Fan Club, so what kind of willpower did I have to keep a blog going?
No one has been more surprised than I am that things are still happening over here at Jedi Mama, Incorporated, and usually things are fairly well caught up.
Cue Thing 2’s third birthday.
Somehow, I’ve managed to fall almost two weeks behind there. I’m afraid I’m just a short country drive away from a dinner party of roasted hot dogs with an invisible family of chipmunks, so I’d better say some words like CHOP CHOP and get after it.
Nearly TWO ENTIRE WEEKS AGO, our baby turned three.
He got up early (because OF COURSE HE DID), and we had a whole lot of green-and-yellow presents. Thing 2’s motto is NOTHING SAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY AS WELL AS A JOHN DEERE DOES.
(The phrase “arm clock” is permanently in my vocabulary now. I may never refer to a Timex as a watch again.)
A couple of days later, over the weekend, we had a big birthday party for Thing 2 at our church. We invited all of his little buddies for pizza and cake and scooter rides, because nothing says CARPET BURN more than racing scooters through the church hallways does.
DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional photographer, and the church is full of fluorescent lights. This is not a good combination, if anyone is hoping for high quality photographs. Plus, scooters in motion are very difficult to capture without a huge blur factor. I’m just going on record and stating that these pictures are all very yellow… very blurry… and full of red eyeballs.
I should have included a bowl of Tums on the buffet table.
Thing 2 can open gifts like a boss.
His entire morning that Saturday had been spent asking IF IT WAS TIME TO EAT THE CAKE AND GET THE FRONT-END LOADER OFF OF IT.
My friend, Jill, took a few of these snapshots of us singing Happy Birthday to Thing 2. She and her camera were positioned at a far better angle than I was, and Jill’s photography skills put mine to shame.
After everyone had a rug burn or sixteen on their knees and ankles from the scooter races… and after everyone was full of cheap pizza and cake… and after all of the wrapping paper had been picked up… and after we’d hugged everyone’s necks and said our good-byes…
… Thing 2 offered to help clean up the big youth room at our church.