Well, not really. Forget. That is. On the contrary, there is this niggling voice in the back of my head that keeps saying "Blog. Blog. You need to blog." I go about my days and my evenings in the hopes of finding a little moment. But it doesn't seem to appear.
Today was my daughter's second birthday.
Last night, when we asked her what she wanted for her birthday, she thought about it.
"Umm," she said pressing her lips together, "puddles."
The sun was shining, so we have promised her puddles for another day. Instead, we said, would she like a party. (luckily, she nodded at this proposal)
We decided to put her candles in some watermelon (or "avavava" as she calls it) instead of cake. My cakes are different. My cakes are funny. They have no flour in them, no sugar, no eggs. So I preferred to put them out with less ceremony in case the heat got to them before we remembered the candles. Also, Vida Lev doesn't really like cake.
Once in a while, she'll have "Pooding" -- awesome banana soft serve as per Choosing Raw (seriously, Gena wasn't kidding when she wrote "this post will change your life") -- and tons of fruit. But that's about it when it comes to sweet things.
DW and I discussed it and figured why start her early on a path she isn't the least bit interested in? Which birthday Gods decreed that it shall henceforth be so?
However, when an eight-year-old friend saw this, he was quite taken aback. "But you have to do it in the cake!" he cried.
"Why?" I asked
"Because." He said.
I could write so much about that little tiny interaction. But I won't. Not tonight. Tonight I will savour our wonderful afternoon in the sun with old friends and new friends in celebration of the most magical being I have ever encountered.
The menu was, as one guest put it, "healthy." I don't know, to me, it was just a picnic, filled with lovely things:
watermelon and grapes
Guacamole and blue corn chips
And "Bonoons" (Balloons). And "Wolly Pollies" (rolling down grassy hills). And dancing just because we feel like it.
As a sweet post script, I loved that we couldn't find anyone with matches to light the candles in the watermelon. Because nobody smokes anymore, ha ha! (and if you remember my pack-and-a-half-a-day-habit, you've probably known me for close to a decade at this point)
Happy Birthday, mi Vida. Thank you for blessing us every day.