That also meant his party would fall on my weekend with Ankle Biter. The good news is that with my daughter still here for another few days, I was more than happy to be able to celebrate his birthday with both him and his sister attending.
The party took place at the local zoo, which is a favorite location of his to visit. The zoo has a special room that’s constantly booked for birthday parties and such for kids. What the zoo does is play some games with the kids, bring out a couple of small animals for them to see in person, and then take them on a tour of the zoo before going back to the room for cake/presents. As parents, we didn’t have to do much of anything…which was really great when it comes to dealing with some very excited (and VERY hyper) children.
The animals brought out were a small turtle and a lizard of some kind. It was fun watching the eyes on my son light-up when petting these animals. I always get a kick out of watching him learn new things, anyway…so to watch him get excited like that is just one of the small joys I get as a parent.
The ex did a great job of food…she had taken pictures she found online of animal-designed cupcakes to a local bakery, who went and designed them down to a ‘T’. Really…these were quite impressive.
I was a bit concerned about how my son would react to the presents that he was getting. Specifically, how I was getting him things like Cars 2 Monopoly, a bucket of army men, and some firefighter rescue action figures while she was getting him a Nintendo DSI. Needless to say, I didn’t think he’d remember much of what I gave to him once he got a gift like that.
I can’t be upset, though…if I had the monetary means I’d spoil him as much as I possibly could. There’s no sense in being jealous or envious, either…it’s not her fault that she has the ability to do things for him that I can’t. All I can do is show him love and hope that he loves me back.
I can’t lie…I did receive some pleasure when the party was winding down and he asked if he could open a gift to play with. No, it wasn’t the DSI…it was the firefighter action figures. The $10 figures I got were the one thing he wanted to play with more than anything else.
Just another example of how you’re never too late to learn something new. And in this case, my son was the one who taught it to me.