Over the weekend, we celebrated Jesse's birthday.
On Saturday, we brought we threw him a kiddie's party at KidZone in Hartamas Shopping Centre. It was a small affair with with his little cousins, uncles and aunties, and grandparents.
On Sunday, the actual day that he was born, Mae and I bought him two little cupcakes, stuck in a candle, sang him the birthday song and the little boy happily blew the candles out. He had a whale of a time basking in the attention. He enjoyed it so much he made us sing six more times, just so he could blow the candles out over and over again. Hahha. It could have gone all night, but we quickly ate up the cakes so there was nowhere to stick a candle in. Yes, we're bad parents.
On Monday, we brought a cake to his kindergarten to celebrate with his little classmates. All the kids had had their birthdays in class and the boy had been eagerly looking forward to his turn. Didn't help that he was the youngest there, so he celebrated everyone else's birthday before he got to do his. Mae stayed up all night on Sunday to pack little party packs for the kids, while I woke early to fry nuggets and sausages for the little party.
Jesse's school had a strict policy on birthdays. Parents could only go during the kid's breaktime, which was midway during class. Despite the fact that we had prepped him for the day, I supposed he didn't quite expect us to turn up in the middle of class. And for that moment he was the happiest little kid in school. Then we had to leave, and he wasn't quite prepared to see us go. And the happiest kid alive turned into the saddest kid alive. Next year, we'll just leave the cake, sausages, nuggets and party packs and watch from a distance. *sigh*
Throwing a party is astronomical in terms of labour and cost, and of course, emotions. Perhaps next year we'll pluck up enough courage to invite our friends and his (who must be thinking: "How come we never get invited to Jesse's birthday") to our home.
I shudder at the thought. Ugh.