Yesterday was Paul's 30th birthday. Kind of a bummer that it landed on a Monday this year, but we went out to eat on Sunday night. Jackson however had different ideas as to what an evening centered around Daddy meant. He has been starting to yell for no apparent reason. It's quite embarrassing when you're eating at a restaruant. I guess there's something to be said for the families that are eating out at 4:30pm on a Sunday night... they all had young children, so hopefully we weren't getting too many glares.
I made spagetti last night for dinner. Jackson had a wonderful day, but again - during dinner he just started acting funny! While I was cooking, I turned around and saw THIS! Didn't see that one coming... a perfectly good container of bread crumbs all over my kitchen floor.
He wouldn't eat any of his food. I was quite surprised considering he refused his afternoon snack too. This is a child who EATS and eats and eats and only weighs 19.5 lbs. at 12 months. He has quite a metabolism! So this behavior was very unlike him.
Anyways, Paul's birthday dinner at home was not as I had intented it to be. With a screaming child in the high chair not knowing what he wanted... it was far from relaxing. Of course Paul and I were exchanging smiles that implied "Well, sweetheart - this is our life now." Of course we would never trade a day of our lives for anything, but last night could have gone better :)
We even tried giving Jax some of the cake that I bought at the bakery. Nope! He was having none of that. Cake?!? Whose child IS this? (side note: The bakery lady asked me if I had a color specification, I said "Just something masculine." So, I got blue flowers... not exactly what I would call masculine.) So I wolfed my piece down so that Paul could actually savor his birthday cake. I proceeded to get a very unhappy little boy out of his highchair - but not before I snapped a few photos of his heartbreaking wails.