Two birthdays recently went unacknowledged.
First was Violet's nineteen-month birthday, on the 17th.
The very next day was my brother's birthday. (The once a year, adult kind.)
When I say "unmentioned," I don't just mean on this blog. I actually didn't even realize that it was (or I should say had been) the 17th until five minutes after midnight, when I was still up trying to persuade Violet to go to sleep. That was the first month I didn't tell my baby "happy birthday." How horrible. :(
The 18th, my brother's birthday, I did realize it was his birthday and kept meaning to call but then Violet dropped a wooden book shelf on her foot. Yeesh. I took her to the doctor and he said it was bruised and scratched but unbroken, thankfully. The shelf was from an unassembled bookcase I just got, so I had forgotten that the dumb thing was even there.
So, if you are reading this, Terry- Happy Birthday! Sorry it's late.
But hey, at least I remembered your birthday!
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