It’s true. Yesterday my firstborn turned 21, and today the baby is 16.
The BB2 is off with buddies today, and will be home this afternoon to bathe in the adoration of his parents and his hungover big brother. He has requested sushi for his birthday dinner, followed by blueberry pancakes for his “cake.” (!?!)
Some of you have read about Byrdboy #2 and his quirky-jerky ways. I’m just going to add a recent #2-ism for birthday posterity – and then I’m off to make some birthday magic.
We went to Safeway together last week. We used to go to Safeway together several times a week, but the BB2 is a busy young man these days, so I am now often shopping alone. We call our Safeway trips “adventures,” but then we call all of our outings “adventures” – as in, “Hey, wanna go on an adventure?” In our rose-colored-pixie-dust way of doing things, every mundane errand is an opportunity for something amazing to happen and everyday interactions can be viewed as profound. Try it!
On this adventure, the BB2 and I made our way through the produce department. A clear-eyed baby of about 6 months ogled the world and zeroed in on the BB2. I was distracted and darting about, as is my way, so I didn’t respect the glory of the situation until we turned into the next aisle and the BB2 filled me in:
“I think I am going to be that baby’s first memory.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. She was totally staring into my eyes,
so I stopped and looked right at her for a long time.
Then I even threw in a little action.
I gave her a smile
and a little wink.
I think she’s going to remember that.
I think I’ve got it locked down.”
There’s a very good chance that baby won’t remember her experience with Byrdboy #2.
But I will.
Happy birthday, Loomi. You are big and I love you.
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