Monday, September 8, 2008

Par-tay Like It's Your Birthday

Well, yesterday was my birthday. The big 3-3. Since J was out of town, the kids and I had quite the shin-dig on our own. They brought up the Happy Birthday banner and hats, we made a cake and each licked our own spatula of batter (plus the beaters, of course). We played a rousing game of pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, donkey artwork courtesy of Sweetie, and a nail-biting game of bean bag toss, with Mister coming off the big winner o' starbursts.
Mister, unfortunately, was a little disappointed in the party attendance. "Mom," he said, "Don't you have any lady friends you can invite? Remember my party? I had, like, 6 friends." I tried to tell him that 2 of my 3 best friends were already there. That's all I needed. "Okay, he said, unconvinced. "I just think it would be more fun if you had more friends."

I managed to take a couple of pics, the one above on timer. Sweetie was the designated party photographer (of the cake and the blowing-out-the-candles action), but she mainly managed to capture some fabulous close-ups of body parts that you don't really want close-ups of when you're 33.

In honor of my birthday, I have to quote some from Sandra Cisneros's short story "Eleven" in her book Woman Hollering Creek. I love this story and its narrator, who sums up birthdays and age for me so perfectly:

"What they don't understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you're eleven, you're also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don't. You open your eyes and everything's just like yesterday, only it's today. And you are--underneath the year that makes you eleven.

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that's the part of you that's still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama's lap because you're scared, and that's the part of you that's five. And maybe one day when you're all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you're three, and that's okay. That's what I tell Mama when she's sad and needs to cry. Maybe she's feeling three.

Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree truck or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That's how being eleven years old is.

You don't feel eleven. Not right away. It takes a few days, weeks even, sometimes even months before you say Eleven when they ask you. And you don't even feel smart eleven, not until you're almost twelve. That's the way it is."

So, happy birthday to me. Maybe I will feel smart 33 when I'm almost 34. That's the way it is :)

9 comments:

Amy said...

happy birthday!! What a fun mom you are to have such a cool party!!

Dena said...

Happy Birthday! Kids just don't get that birthday's aren't the same for us as they are for them, do they? I think you had a terrific party!

sweetpea said...

What a wonderful birthday party! Sounds perfect! Happy Birthday!

mwells said...

Your kids are amazing! I wonder who they get that from? Happy Birthday!!

Madsen Family said...

Happy B-day, C! Oh, how I wish I could be there to give you a big b-day HUG. I am sure that would have MADE your day:) Love your party.....I am now DEMANDING we play pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey at my next b-day bash!

Courtney said...

I love the donkey! That is so cute (and much better than anything I can do). IT sounds like you had a fun day. Did you get to do anything with your dh when he returned?

Krista said...

happy belated birthday, Catherine! I read all your entries last night and had such a good time catching up with you and enjoying how well you write and describe things. I love the nicknames for your kids. Hilarious. I really liked the quote you included here on growing older. I am going to have to file that away. Glad you have a blog so I can keep in touch with you!

Take Care, and again, Happy Birthday! ( I turned the big 3 2 on Sept. 2. . .I forgot how close our birthdays are!)

Char said...

I seriously just figured out who you are, ROFL! I'm slow. Loved this entry...maybe it's because I'll be 3-3 on Saturday.

bluestocking mama said...

thanks, amy!
dena, i thought the party was fun too--it's nice to be a "kid" again when you're turning 33.
jessy, that would have made my day!! and i highly recommend the pin-the-tail action.
courtney, we flew up to utah for the byu/ucla game the next weekend, but we have yet to do something officially for my birthday.
krista, good to hear from you! i've been hoping everything is going well with you.
char, i'm surprised you did figure out who i am--it's been a while! glad to "see" you. congrats on your own 33!