At Least We Didn’t Forget In “Real Life”

I should have had this major post yesterday about how my youngest child turned 2 years old. I should have spent an entire paragraph describing the look on his face as he opened (by himself) his presents throughout the day. I should have made mention of the fact that he actually began to understand that it was his birthday. I should have done some sappy sentimental post about how special it was to be at his birth (because it was, and maybe I will blog about it someday). I should have posted a bunch of pictures of him as he turned 2 years old. I should have a post describing what we did to celebrate and how we decided to have cupcakes instead of the traditional cake.

 

I forgot to take a single picture the whole day.

 

When you have four kids, you sort of forget to do certain things because they have lost their “special” meanings from being repeated over and over again, or you are so busy chasing after everybody and juggling 30 different things that you simply forget. It was a combination of both yesterday. At least nobody forgot it was his birthday – including his parents.

 

Happy birthday Ciaran. Even if it is a day late (as far as the internet is concerned).