Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Birthdays, Bubs, and Blackforests


I have a terrible secret: I share a birthday with John Howard. Fortunately, so do George Bernard Shaw, Carl Jung, and Stanley Kubrick.

There was a time when I used to look forward to birthdays, but then somewhere in my 30s I just seemed to forget about them altogether.

Like today. I could have spent the morning in bed. Instead, I trekked all the way over into the fashionable end of South Perth so I could join my mothers group to chat about baby-induced guilt trips and paranoias.

JOOB was a little overwhelmed and quieter than usual but then he found his voice again and was soon babbling away happily with his neighbour, and showing off his caterpillar action. Good baby! After all, while nobody will admit it, these mum-and-bub affairs are really just exercises in one-upmanship, aren't they?

Heh. He's the best present I could have wished for. If I'd been planning for my birthday like skribe had. He surprised me with my favourite cake when I got home, and we started into it almost at once.

After all, as we like to say in this household, it's only birthday cake when it's still your birthday.

6 comments:

CW said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

(No we won't hold the weasel factor against you - all the other great personages who share your birthday prove that the fact that JH also turned a year older yesterday is an abberation!)

ToxicPurity said...

Thank you!

One can only imagine a birthday club where the likes of those greats sit around and discuss how they can evict JH from their select membership... :)

Simone said...

Happy late Birthday!!!

Right, back to my blog, I have an hour to prepare a post for next weekend... We're going down south for 10 days!
The blogs going down the drain! :D

Oh, and a message to skribe: I looked in the booklet of my camera, and it seems I can't change the ISO setting, SHOCK HORROR!!!!!

Rodney Olsen said...

You might share a birthday with John Howard, but did you have strangers hugging you and wishing you a happy birthday as you wandered throught the streets?

I hope it was a good one. By the look of that cake it certainly was.

ToxicPurity said...

Thanks, all :)

Considering that I kinda forgot (until JH got hugged on TV) that it was my birthday, it went well: nothing happened. I napped. When you have a baby, you don't need hugs from strangers waving screwdrivers to make your day :)

Kathryn Greenhill said...

Happy birthday. Your first "I'm a mum" birthday. That's got to be special.And probably a nap would be the best present.