This week’s column: how to survive your kid’s birthday party.
We have a lot of birthdays this time of year. My son, my wife and my mother are all nine days apart, and then my brother is two weeks later. (Then it’s Mother’s Day.)
We also got invited to a big party for a boy in the Whirlwind’s preschool class this weekend, plus a “meet the baby” party for my two-month-old nephew. (Not a baby shower, you know, since those are usually for women and involve weird party games.)
So for two weekends straight we’ve gone from one gathering to another. Despite the abundance of food and excitement, which sometimes leads to kid catastrophes, we managed to escape relatively unscathed. The kids did pretty well–in fact, I might be the worst for the wear.
I was horsing around with the Mastermind on Plasma Cars on Sunday, and I took a turn too sharp and drove into the wall. With my knee.
So I’ve been limping for the last day and a half. When I told Shawna what happened, she said, “I don’t know if I should feel sorry for you.”
But my favourite birthday celebration was Saturday night–just Shawna and me, a nice walk by the waterfront (this was pre-Plasma Car injury), great Thai food at a quiet restaurant, and then we picked up chocolate and wine on the way home, where we watched episodes of Chuck on DVD. That’s more my style of party these days.