The adorable song is by Sandra Boynton, from Philadelphia Chickens.
I guess it’s no secret that we live next door to a world class museum.
Mr’s birthday is at the end of February (just like Johnny Cash!). Since he is impossible to shop for (he’s very particular about his clothing and accessories, which turns picking out a polo shirt into an Raiders of the Lost Ark style challenge), I bought a membership to the museum.
We’re big on memberships to our local institutions, and we use them like crazy. The best part of having a membership to, say, the zoo, is that you can go visit for just an hour or so – since you know you can come back, you don’t have to spend hours slogging through the reptile house because you want to get your money’s worth.
The best part of the birthday planning was enlisting B as my co-conspirator. He is a wonderful planner. When I told him about the ice cream cake* I had purchased and secreted in the fridge he exclaimed,
Mommy! Do you know what we need to get? Party hats and horns!
That’s my boy. While Mr and I were at the museum, B and Nonnie hung up a birthday banner and defrosted the cake. I got to spend the day experiencing art with my husband, like an adult (a novel experience for us, to be sure), and B got to work on his party planning skills. Plus, I think Mr enjoyed himself.
*And can I tell you about the ice cream cake? Mr loves an ice cream cake, and his mom is great about buying one every year, but was out of town in February – so in the month leading up to his birthday I had to listen to the daily refrain of, “Well, I guess I won’t have a cake this year… >>sigh<<… You know I really love ice cream cake. Maybe I should get one myself…”
One of B’s favorite games is ‘playing school’ with Nonnie. I think he’s a little rough on her, though:
A little windowsill interview, from May 2009. If this doesn’t melt you into a little puddle of goo, you’re just not human: