Whoever decided birthdays should be about giving gifts to the person whose birthday it is sure didn't know how to appreciate themselves much. Birthdays should be about surviving another year, celebrating another year full of new experiences. But more importantly (per me) it should be about giving thanks and celebrating the two people who are the reason for you to have a birthday to begin with.
It's only fair. Really. You are cute and adorable, Dot, but the last two years have really been about two regular, lazy adults getting their act together and being responsible parents. With no sleep. So I hope I am able to convince you as you grow that for every birthday, you should also be the one giving gifts and thanks. To us. Of course we will give you gifts too. But mostly we will try to give you a great experience each year so when you are older your life will be bookmarked by the great experiences you had each year with your parents. And not about some silly gift you got each year which you broke the next day.
For this year, we all went to the London aquarium to celebrate. Fishes are the little man's favourite thing it seems. We spent the day loitering about the aquarium, getting sparkly octopus tattoos, loitering around the southbank, a boat ride back to Greenwich and a BBQ in the evening. All this was on the Sunday before the 29th. On 29th, Dot was off to day care to celebrate with his friends. They baked a cake and he got to decorate it and eat it too! Came home with many birthday cards and a lovely storybook. We all then went out for dinner and wrapped up the night with a chocolate mousse cake with honey and cinammon and Dot passing out out of sheer over excitement amidst his birthday balloons.
The gifts this year were lovely! Both for the parents and for Dot. The parents took the afternoon to go watch "the book of Mormons" and grab a few drinks with Priyo and Namrata. Dot got a wooden train set and a set of wooden cars which has his full attention and imagination these days.
A great celebration of parents and their pride and joy, Dot, if I may say so meself.
