This year Jonas’s third birthday hit right in the middle of family
flu season. Luckily, Jonas was already
over the flu. Unfortunately, my husband
wasn’t, I was on antibiotics for strep, and Lukas was in recovery.
Talk about multi-tasking! Between bringing my boys to bed and taking care of my sick husband, I only had a
couple of hours to decorate the house, bake and decorate the cake, and get all
of the gifts ready for the birthday party.
I originally had big hopes for Jonas’s birthday cake and had
planned on spending a lot more time making it really perfect. As a mother,
though, I’ve learned that you often have to make compromises, or nothing gets
done. Luckily, my sister-in-law Regina
While I was decorating the cake with my hands full of sticky
bright frosting (I couldn’t find my decorating tools, so I had to spoon the
frosting into a Ziploc bag and cut the corner cut off) I was thinking - Hopefully
Lukas will sleep tonight, instead of waking up screaming of an earache like the
last few nights. Hopefully, my husband
won’t be out of order more than a day or two.
Hopefully, Jonas won’t wake up either, and I’ll get a good nights sleep,
which I desperately needed. I’d already
come to the conclusion that we mothers really don’t have time to get sick and
when we do, we have to do our best to just ignore it and keep going.
Somehow, I managed to get it all done and it wasn’t until I
had just laid down in bed to sleep that Lukas started crying. Nonetheless, in the morning, when Jonas woke
up, went down the stairs and saw his cake and gifts waiting for him and he
smiled that huge it’s my birthday smile, nothing else mattered.
“Mama, Lukas
can have one half of the cake, and I’ll have the other half.” Turning three really
is fantastic.
