It’s been just over two years since we became parents. In that time we have watched our little girl turn into one of the most sassy little angels on the face of the planet. We have documented just about everything she does, from giggling to walking our dog. There must be a few thousand photos of her in my iCloud account, alone. Multiply that by about another 1,000 times and you’ve still got just the tip of the mountain of baby girl memories captured by family members over the past two years. Seriously. She’s like a minor celebrity.
We have a son, too, you just might not be able to figure that out by looking through our photos.
In fact, we held our daughter’s second birthday party just one month before my son turned one. We rented a pavilion by a small lake at a park and invited family. It was not a huge deal, but it was something, and we got loads of photos from the event.
Just one month later on my son’s first birthday, New Year’s Eve, we did nothing.
In fact, I think we were asleep by 9 o’clock. Poor little guy didn’t even get a cake.
Of course, part of the reason behind this was that we had just moved into a new house. We closed on the 22nd of December, but allowed the sellers to stay in the house through Christmas so they wouldn’t have to spend Christmas in a hotel room (I know, I know. We’re practically ready to be canonized for our generosity). This pushed back our move-in date to just before our son’s big number 1, and we were exhausted.
Sorry, bud, but at least you have a new house?
At any rate it is a house that has much, MUCH better insulating properties. We’re actually able to keep it above 60 in the winter now, so you’re welcome for not needing to worry about hypothermia anymore, little guy. Happy birthday.
(Aside: while the insulation might be much more effective, just about everything else is going to need replacing/updating in the near future. Stay tuned as we post about redoing our home on a shoestring budget, most likely fueled partly by need and the rest by Pinterest)
What really kills me about this is his persistent happiness. I thought our little baby bird was a sweetheart, but it turns out I had no idea what a sweetheart really is until my little boy came along. He is all smiles, all the time. He coos, he giggles, and he lights up when he sees me.
And just look at that f**king dimple!
What kind of parents would let such a kid breeze right past his first birthday without so much as a smash cake?
In our case, the kind that want to overturn mountains in order to correct such an oversight.
While I believe that the willingness to work hard for everything is a value that must be learned and appreciated, I also believe that entering adulthood under a mountain of debt is not exactly the best way to get started. Our currently accepted debt-funded college approach to releasing our children from our homes into the real world is just unreal and unsustainable. What a ridiculous way to set our kids up for a miserable life of indentured servitude, right out of the starting gate.
So while I think that nothing should just be handed out, lest we raise a generation of sluggish leeches, I also believe that a firm foundation is a necessary part of a peaceful and rewarding life. I’ve been meaning to write a more intensive post on the importance of saving for college/trade school/a house, but as go first birthdays, so also goes the actual writing of an intended post: prioritized somewhere behind sleep.
If you are a friend or family member and you want to throw down on some shared-guilt gifts for a sweetheart’s much-belated first birthday, you are most certainly welcome to do so. If not, don’t worry about reading on. The post pretty much ends right about… now.