Archer's 2nd birthday is coming up around the corner and apparently
that's supposed to mean something to me. I'm supposed to be planning
and booking and organizing and coming up with creative ways to
celebrate. At least that's what I'm told.
"What are you doing for Archer's birthday?"
"Um. I dunno."
"Do you have a theme? A clown? Have you pre-ordered his cake?"
"Um. No."
For the record (and for those of you just joining Straight From the Bottle/unfamiliar with my other blog) Archer isn't exactly the most social of toddlers. He likes dirt. And rocks. And dogs. And running wild at the zoo.
But parties? Not so much, so I'm a little annoyed by all the birthday
fuss and feel like I'm some kind of traitor to mommy-culture for not
feeling any excitement what-so-ever when it comes to birthday planning.
"Why should I plan a fancy shmancy birthday for my child when he
will hate it?" I think. "Why should I invite every child I have ever
met in Archer's age bracket when he has never even acknowledged them
for a second?"
Right? Right?
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