Today is Tom's 30th birthday. (Yes, 30th. And yes, my birthday is just a few days away. And yes, we'll be the same age. And yes, I'm going to the eye doctor this morning to discuss bifocal contact lenses. Seriously. But this post is not about me.) :-)
Yesterday Rowan and I went to the grocery to store to pick up a few things for Dada's birthday. I didn't realize the grocery store we went to (not our usual one because we were in a different area of town for a meeting I had yesterday morning) had a big floral and balloon area right in the front. I quickly realized Rowan wasn't going to let the balloon issue go easily (yes, pun intended...haha), so we picked a couple for Daddy. One says "30! Celebrate!" and the other one has Thomas the Train on it. You can guess which one Rowan chose. And which one he clung to while we shopped like it was his long-lost twin. I'm happy to report that after an hour of squeezing by a toddler and a night stuffed into a closet to hide, both balloons emerged this morning floating triumphantly, and when Dada got home from the gym he got the happy surprise. And, he got the result of several days' worth of practice! It went like this:
Mama: "Happy..."
Rowan: "Happay!"
Mama: "Birthday..."
Rowan: "Buffdeh"
Mama: "Dada."
Rowan (shrieking): "DADA!!!"
Hey Tom, while I'm gone camping this weekend, I expect you to teach our child to say "Happy Groundhog's Day and Happy Birthday, Mama!" ;-)