Just kidding. Every once in a while, I get the urge to just talk about my day, and I always feel like it's one of those essays everyone wrote in school no one wanted to listen to. But I'm going to do it, anyway.
Yesterday was The Boy's birthday. We had the family over for hamburgers and cake. Cake that I didn't bake myself and didn't order in advance. How bad-mommy-moment is that? Not that it mattered to The Boy; we just went to Randall's and I let him pick out any cake he wanted from the bakery. He got the Oreo cake, which turned out to be a chocolate cake with white icing and somewhat squishy oreos stuck in the top. He was very impressed. I guess I shouldn't beat myself up over it; after all, as Husband pointed out, it's not like he'll remember any of this anyway. In any case, he had a glorious day and got a huge kick out of opening his presents. He couldn't quite comprehend that they were all for him.
Today he stayed with my parents so the rest of the family could go see The Incredibles, which was. I thought Husband laughed a little too hard at all the husband/wife "moments" in the film, but we all agreed it was the best movie we've seen this year. I had planned to make meatloaf for dinner, but since the movie got out late I heated up some frozen chicken vegetable soup. It actually turned out nicely; I had some extra chicken stock in the freezer and combined the two along with some extra veggies. Yum. Good thing it was nice, since we'll be eating the rest of it for dinner tomorrow.
After dinner, we tried playing a game of Jr. Trivial Pursuit, but abandoned all hope once The Boy decided he wanted to play too. His version of playing is scrambling the cards, stealing the dice, and eventually throwing all the pieces across the room. So much for Family Game Night, at least until his attention span is long enough for a rousing bout of Candyland.