Happy Birthday? Addy

I'm about to tell you a story. And you are gonna read it. And while you are reading it you are going to be horrified. Just try not to be too judgemental....

It was about a week before Thanksgiving and I told Steve, "Addy is going to be turning 2 soon. We need to plan a birthday party for her". I then asked him if he by chance knew what day her Birthday was. He didn't. I told him that I was pretty sure it was either the 27th or 28th of November but I wasn't quite sure. I then asked him how one would go about finding out when their child's birthday was if they were having trouble remembering, and all their official documents were packed away somewhere. He said you would ask her mother. Well....that made me feel even better about the whole thing.

Now, let me take you back to the week before Thanksgiving so you can have a better idea of how things were around here. Steve and I were in the process of slowly killing ourselves. Slaving day and night and night and day trying to get the house finished. My sister and her family were about to come into town and there wasn't any way possible that we could cram one more person into my mothers home, let alone 4. So like I said. Day and night, night and day. And on top of all that Steve was still trying to run a business and keep money coming in and I was trying to take care of 4 children, feed and bathe them, make sure homework got done, that they had clean clothes to wear, and trying to pack up at my mom's house so we could move into ours. Which we did. We moved in. And while trying to unpack here we were still frantically trying to finish the house and keep up with normal everyday life.

I thought about calling Addison's doctor and asking if they could tell me what day her birthday was on, but I thought they might flag her chart for possible neglect or horrible mother issues. Then one day when I was driving along I thought, "Hey! I can go back and check my blog and it will tell me what day she was born!". I put it into the back of my head that I needed to do that sometime before her birthday. Well, a few days later she got an ear infection. I took her to a doctor, not her regular doctor because that is too far away now that we moved, but a doctor close by our new house. He gave me a prescription and I took it to get it filled. The label on the bottle of medicine had her name and info on it and it said that her birthday was November 27th. Whew! Now I knew when her birthday was and I could go about planning her party. I knew we couldn't do a big, fabulous event. It just wasn't possible given the craziness going on about here.

I decided that we would go to lunch on her birthday, the day after Thanksgiving. We would go to McDonalds and eat and let the kids play in the playplace and have ice cream and open presents. Which we did. Addy had a very fun time eating her chicken McNuggets and playing. And what a bonus! She got presents too! (Sigh of relief) One more big thing down, without a hitch...

Now before I tell you the rest of the story I have to interject this one detail because I think it is funny. When we left the house and were on the way to McDonalds, Steve asked me which McD's we were going to. I told him the one in _______. (because it was the closest one to us) He said the only McD's he knew of there was in a gas station. I said, "Yeeeeaaaah.....". And he said, "That's the best we can do for our daughters birthday is a McDonalds in a gas station?". I just want to say that once you walk through the gas station to get to the McDonalds, it's just like a plain old regular McDonalds and you don't even know that there is the puming of gas going on right outside. You really don't.

OK, so about a week after her birthday we were at church and they gave us all our family's records and it had all our important dates on it. One being Addy's birth date. Which it listed as November 28th! Not the 27th! I guess last time I filled a prescription for Addison at Walgreens I told them the wrong day. Oops. Then I started thinking that maybe I told people at church the wrong day and how were we ever going to know who was right? So I immediately came home, got on the internet and pulled this up. Now I am certain that her Birthday really is the 28th. I think that it is probably something I won't forget ever again. Although I'm not exactly sure because most times I can't even remember my kids names. But I am going to try really, really hard to never again forget my youngest child's birth date.

All said and done, I think Addison, for the most part, came out pretty much unscathed from the whole ordeal. Here are the pictures as proof.