We’d been discussing my upcoming birthday over the last few weeks – mostly in the context of when it was in relation to Reid’s – and so when Reid woke up yesterday, we talked about how it was a daycare day and when I fished a bit she recalled it was my birthday. Well, at first Reid suggested that it was a little guy from her class’ birthday but she picked mine second, though she wouldn’t say, “Happy Birthday!” Ken convinced Reid to give me a nice birthday kiss, though.
Reid handed me a card as soon as I was finished in the bathroom. She had “written” quite an extensive birthday message inside. Ken next coaxed Reid to abandon Toopy and Binoo on the computer to watch me open presents. Well, Reid isn’t much of a “watcher” and she began opening the bag for me. Ken tried to stop her but I didn’t mind. She was so excited to pull the present that she (they) made for me out of the bag and to show it to me. Ken, who hates crafts, helped Reid colour a background and then make a flower out of playdough shapes. He then framed it and I have it at my desk already. While I opened the card from Ken, Reid dug into the second bag, encountered a box and started shaking it. How cool! A box! Mama look!
After a supper lovingly prepared by my fabulous husband, I was presented with a cake with a candle on it. Reid was entranced by the flame. Ken sang, Happy Birthday, Reid mouthed the words while staring at the candle without blinking even once. My request for assistance in blowing out the candle broke through the trance and she helped with a grin. Nearly an hour later, Reid told me that my birthday was over and I said it wasn’t over until bedtime. She started to sing Happy Birthday all by herself. We knew she could but the candle was too distracting.