Today is Aidenís first birthday, so naturally we gathered at his house. To celebrate Davidís birthday. Because, you see, weíre having Aidenís party a week from Saturday. Which is Davidís actual birthday. Believe it or not, this all makes sense to somebody. Itís even starting to make sense to me, but probably only because Tammy explained it to me. Somehow whatever she says has its own kind of logic, and you follow along. Or else.
One of the reasons weíre celebrating Davidís birthday today is that Tammy got him tickets to a concert tonight. She gives him his present, and that makes it his de facto birthday. And Aidenís party has to be on a weekend, so the thing to do is exchange the two dates.
Ah, but it canít be that simple. I mean, this is the first birthday Aiden will ever have, and itís the last first birthday heíll ever have. Besides, David doesnít like a fuss made over him, so we kept his part of the celebration low key and did our fuss-making over the baby. Aiden made it easy by being cute and charming and happy. He wasnít putting it on, either. Thatís his everyday personality.
What do babies like about birthdays, besides the attention (which makes it just like any other day, in some cases)? Well, thereís a lot of paper to tear. And the boxes! Oh my goodness, what fun are the boxes! Plus, new toys. Push toys and pull toys and toy versions of things he loves best (Mamaís telephone and Daddyís measuring tape). He was in a level of baby heaven even higher than the one he normally resides in.