August 27: Today’s my birthday. Tim and the kids have made kind of a big deal about getting me presents (perhaps because Mother’s Day was a bust this year), the kids planned to let me sleep in “as late as you want,” and told me they’d be bringing me breakfast in bed today. Very nice.
So at about 8:05 (not quite late… ), Little Sister comes up to my room and gives me an excited kiss. She says “We’re bringing you breakfast in bed! Book Boy made it all by himself!” I see Book Boy very proudly bringing the breakfast tray up the stairs (our bedroom is sort of a loft, with stairs directly to our room). He makes it all the way up the stairs, right next to the bed … and then trips. Of course, the tray and the full glass of milk land on the bed.
Poor kid! I thought he was going to cry. Of course, I quickly told him it was fine and that I wasn’t upset at all (which was true). Maybe he should have brought me a sippy cup instead, though. LOL. (The breakfast itself was a buttered bagel, so no particular mess there.)
Tim told me later that he had not encouraged or suggested the breakfast in bed idea at all, which made it even more sweet.