Today, Ed turned 38, although I'm sure it feels closer to 55. After one glorious night of uninterrupted sleep, Connor decided to wake up at 3:00 and stay that way for a while. I was feeding Helen (after waking her up!), so Ed answered Connor's call.
Connor was quite excited that there was a birthday in the house (coupled with a birthday at school which made the day double-good). We celebrated by frosting cupcakes for Ed. And no, you don't need to adjust your monitors, that is indeed, blue frosting. Is this sad, or what? I used to bake wedding cakes, but for Ed's birthday, the best I could muster was cake from a box. I just didn't have it in me to bake something with Connor from scratch yesterday, and this box of cake mix has been sitting in my basement for I don't know, 5 years, so it was time to use it up.
The results were not good (though the sprinkles were nice!), but Ed pretended everything was fine. I guess that's the wisdom that comes with 38 years. When your toddler is excited about blowing out a candle and putting blue frosting on a cupcake, and your wife is too lame to make you a decent dessert, you smile. Thanks, Ed.
Next week, we're going to the Neil Young concert to celebrate Ed's birthday. I promise it'll be better than today.