|Birthday photo I made B take: see my new dress!|
Before baby, I was obsessed with my birthday. They are a really big deal in my family (my mom has been known to celebrate her birthday for up to two weeks); when I was a kid, my parents would decorate the whole house, buy me a mini-toystore, make three special meals (forget just one!), etc. At least one of them would take the day off work to spend it catering to my desires.
It was always a day dedicated to doing exactly what I wanted, which since adulthood has meant homemade breakfast (by B), lunch and dinner out somewhere nice (with B), and the rest of the day visiting either museums or historical sites (accompanied by B). Obviously my birthday means a lot of work for B, but he has always obliged me by taking the day off work and spending it on spoiling me instead (he is a nice husband).
This year I actually forgot it was my birthday until the afternoon before. I did remember eventually (mostly only because it was my mom's birthday, which is the day before mine), but somehow I just wasn't that into it. In the end I did have a good time. B got up early with R and made us breakfast, we went out to lunch and then visited a museum (Ukrainian gold exhibit at the National Museum, quite interesting). Then B took R swimming while I read. Later B and I went out to dinner (Peranakan food at Blue Ginger, very good though I think Guan Hoe Soon is better) and drinks (at PS Cafe).
|What most of the other pictures look like: it's all about R|
Thus having a very self-indulgent birthday in celebration of ME ME ME! just can't happen. Maybe that's why I'm not that excited about my birthday lately. Someday I know R will grow bigger, and then I can conscript her into my birthday plans (as my mom does with me). Until then, I guess it's a good opportunity to practice being less greedy.