Today is Bear's 2nd birthday. I have been solo parenting for the past few days since my husband is out of town for work. So there was nothing planned for today. Which was probably good because apparently Bear got the memo that Two means Terrible Twos. He refused to nap today. AT.ALL. After I finally gave up on the nap and decided to give him a bath before daddy got home. I got him all scrubbed down and was peacefully reading a magazine beside the tub while he played with his bath toys. He started saying Uh oh and I looked into the tub to discover a blizzard of poop. At least that is what it looked like.
I hauled him out of the tub and stuck a diaper on him to contain any future messes. Then I got to scrub down the tub and all of his toys. Once those were all clean I got to give Bear a second bath with a good scrubbing. Fun times. These are the things they never show you in the Gerber commercials. My husband called shortly after that to let me know he was still not done with his job and didn't know when he would be. At this time it was 4:30 so I got Bear dressed and threw him in the car and we headed to the mall for a little theraputic shopping/pretzel eating. The mall was packed but I did get him a cute pair of sandals and of course a pair for me. We shared pizza and a pretzel and decided to head to the grocery store to get the stuff I need for tomorrow's birthday/Superbowl party. I had planned on doing that this afternoon with my hubby but since it was 6:00 and he was still not done at work and was still 2 1/2 hours from home I realized that was not going to happen.
Of course the store was packed and they didn't have balloons (normally they had these out at the door for the little kids) which did not help me with Bear. I get over to the meat department and discover they have 2 briskets left. TWO. One is a ginormous slab that costs 30+ dollars and the other is a dinky, fatty looking one for about $17.00. I'm trying to keep Bear in the cart and call my husband to see what he wants me to do and of course he doesn't have time to talk to me. I grab the smaller brisket because at this point I still have NO CLUE how many people might show up tomorrow since half of the invited guests did not respond at all and 2 families told us maybe. I have already spent money on beer, chips, sides, cake, ice cream, goody bags, etc I don't want to waste more money on meat no one might eat. Luckily we have a bunch of sausage in the freezer so I can throw some on the smoker if more people show up. I managed to get out of the store without too much drama except that I forgot to hand over the cheese until after I paid so I had to pay for that separately.
I got home around 7 and got all the stuff unloaded and of course Bear fell asleep in the car since he didn't nap today. I got him inside and in his jammies and put him promptly to bed an hour before bedtime. My husband called and said he will be home between 9:30-10. At least he will be home for the party tomorrow, which is good because I have no clue how to smoke a brisket. I hope tomorrow goes well and some people show up or I am going to be a little peeved that I did all that shopping and preparing for nothing.
So much for a sappy post about Bear's birthday with a video montage and a tear jerker song. Oh well the day he was born was less than idyllic so why should the anniversary of that day be anything more? I was talking to my Mom today about how crazy Bear's birth was and she told me that it would definitely not be a day she would choose to be her Groundhog Day. I thought that was funny. I think we should celebrate the day we brought him home from the hospital instead. So Feb 15th I'll try to be more upbeat on the anniversary of that joyous occasion.
Happy Birthday, Bear.