Older boy has just turned 10, this birthday felt like his most significant birthday since his first. I felt emotional but not really in a wistful way, more in a proud way although I do confess to having a gander at his baby books and to waking up at almost the precise time he was born (he was born at 3.26am). It certainly feels as if a milestone has been reached, he has a phone and a subsequent Instagram account, on the condition that both will be strictly monitored with definite rules. He more than knows his own mind when spending money and today seemed to enjoy shopping and has developed a taste for Starbucks, yes he is mine and I still have the stretch marks to further prove it.
In a lot of ways I prefer birthdays now the boys are getting older. They are more straightforward somehow, presents are smaller (although their cost is greater), it is easier for them to spend birthday money and vouchers and best of all parties have got smaller. Older boy had his closest friends round and the only thing I needed to do was supply take away. This all sounds great I know, but both the build up and celebrations have nevertheless been tricky.
On the eve of his birthday (when his party/gathering was taking place), I was ridiculously busy with work and trying to make our home habitable, I’m not going to say presentable or heaven forbid clean and tidy as that really would be a step too far. I decided to make a cake, older boy supports Southampton, told me this was the cake he wanted and I dutifully looked on Pinterest for guidance, which in the true spirit of Pinterest left me feeling inadequate but determined. I didn’t allow enough time to make the cake and ended up using cake mixes which were mixed in the cake tins they were going to be cooked in, great life hack of mine. The blasted cakes (there were two, one for the body of the Southampton top and another cake which was to be cut in half to make sleeves) took forever to cool down. It’s all very predictable, time is marching on, I busied myself clearing dog poo from the garden and they were still not cool. I tipped them out of their respective tins, they broke. Prior to this I had managed to squirt liquid soap on the top of one cake whilst washing my hands, part of the cake got removed. At this point all I could think is thank God the icing is nice and thick. I waited slightly longer before attempting my Pinterest creation and set about applying the icing in a rather slapdash fashion. Husband tried to tell me that the boys would not give a monkeys what the cake looked like, which turned out to be true as when cake time came, nobody commented on it and nobody wanted any. The cake was consumed the following day. I have learnt my lesson and will make life easier by buying a cake in future.
Unfortunately younger boy (known as Rhino) made it very apparent that he believed his horn had been pushed out of joint cause it was older boys’ birthday, despite being included every step of the way. Yes I know this is normal for a 7-year-old, but at the same time I was both amazed and devastated that he went to the lengths of throwing pizza dip at both the window and wall, necessitating that the wall be repainted at a later date. I tried to be patient I really did when in reality I wanted to wallop him into next week. The following day. I located some of his left over birthday money and vouchers and decided to plan a small shopping trip just for him on older boys’ boxing birthday. Of course, this went pear shaped when older boy insisted on coming along. Rows regarding fidget spinners featured heavily. There was more than one occasion when I kept my distance in an attempt to pretend that the boys do not belong to me, easier said than done. Older boys’ birthday celebrations continue with a family day out tomorrow which involves a train journey with our puppy. Watch this space and please hope for harmony on my behalf.