Yogi will be three in a few weeks and I’m afraid I’m not handling it well. Really I’m fairly certain that I’m not. This hit me last night when I realized that I’m oddly fixated on his birthday party. In an anxious preoccupation kind of way. This is unexpected for a few reasons. First, I’m not exactly a party person. I’m not opposed, but party planning is hardly my thing. I’m all for celebration and ritualistic ways of marking time, but I’m not so into coordinating tableware and clever snack preparation and arrangement. Beyond all of the things that I just don’t get, there’s the matter of inviting people. Just thinking about invitations, some people getting them while other people don’t, makes me a little light-headed. Frankly it’s enough of a reason to avoid the whole thing altogether. But… you’ve got to have a birthday party, right?
In previous years, the boys’ birthday parties have been perfect in their simplicity. An afternoon in the backyard with our families and a few friends (how many friends can you have when you’re 2?), eating some cake and drinking a beer or two. No elaborate gift opening, no complicated party games. Just time spent with people we love and a little singing to the birthday boy. For me? Perfection. I have love, love, loved these little celebrations. Three is feeling different and I’m sad about that.
My wife reminds me (rightly I’m sure) that we’re not making some huge departure here, we’re just creating something that feels a bit more festive than any other afternoon with friends. But….. in spite of my resistance, I think we actually have a theme. A theme?!! Yogi is very clear in both his expectation for the cake (strawberry cake with BIG, HUGE trucks and diggers on top) and his belief that playing in the dirt is the only reasonable thing a person would think to do at a birthday party. So, I guess we’re having a truck party. Does this mean I should buy napkins?
Yogi’s absolute certainty about everything related to his big day is another one of my problems. After wading through all the who to invite? business, Yogi now wants only the Monk at his party. He has reminded me of this at least once an hour for the last two days. He went so far as to tell a little girl at our park playgroup last week that he did not want her to come to his birthday party. Wha???? That interaction warrants its own post, but for now the point is that I have every reason to believe that Yogi might actually refuse entrance to the people we actually did invite.
Where did my baby go?