Last Thursday was the last in a rapid-fire line of birthdays in our household, five in a row: Isaac in September, William in October, Jacob in November, Jon in early December and then Owen four days later. Bam-bam-bam-bam-bam – and oh-so-inconveniently close to Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.
I’ve written before about embracing the good-enough birthday, so you probably have a pretty good idea of the sorts of things I didn’t do: magicians, clowns and ponies; whole-classroom parties. Here’s another to add to the list: I didn’t bake birthday cakes from scratch. In fact, these days I don’t bake much of anything from scratch.