But my birthday was a few days ago and I felt very “meh” about the whole thing. I feel like since Ivy’s been around our birthdays have taken a back seat. It was way more fun planning her first birthday party this summer than trying to figure out what I could do to celebrate my own. It’s not like I’m 25 anymore and feel the need to get a large group of friend together to get famously drunk and oh look now it’s midnight and actually my birthday so lets all do shots. I did get to celebrate by having a nice meal at a favorite Brooklyn spot, Randazzo’s , with my family. Which, for the record, Ivy was completely well behaved for the entire meal – especially since it involved two of her favorite thing: seafood and pasta.Which leads me to believe that this attitude could have a little something to do with mid-thirties rather than parenthood. But who knows?
For the upcoming holiday’s I can barely cobble together a list for myself but have been thinking and getting excited over what we are going to get her. We can’t wait to decorate because she is going to get such a kick out of it (and possibly bring down the tree). Even in thinking about tomorrows food for Thanksgiving I was so excited that this year she can enjoy an actual Thanksgiving dinner as opposed to just some pureed sweet potato.
I think maybe the excitement over her enjoying the holiday’s has more to do with parenthood and the underwhelming desire to celebrate my birthday has everything to do with my age. Perhaps when I hit the big 4-0 it will change yet again, but for now, I am totally content with the fact that I didn’t have a birthday party and only got one card.