Today, my husband turns 34…that’s so, like, mid-thirties. Weird.
When he didn’t have a suggestion for his birthday/Father’s Day gift several weeks ago, I came up with my own idea and decided to upgrade the television in our bedroom. We’ve always joked about how small it is (13″, I think), and it’s not like I got a huge wall-mounted one to replace it, but it is much nicer (you know, HD, flat panel, all those things that have happened in the 8 years since we bought the little tv)…we will actually be able to see details in the picture now! I also found a steal on a DVD player, so we got that too.
Since I wasn’t actually going to set up the whole thing without his help, I wasn’t sure of a creative way to give him the present. So I had the boys draw pictures of him laying in bed, watching tv…we just gave him those, and made him guess what he got. Based on the pictures, I can see how it took a while. But I think he was excited!
As as aside: when I took Luke with me last week to shop for the tv, he immediately asked, with a smile on his face, “What are you going to do with the old one? Can it go in my room?” Answer: “No. Maybe when you’re a teenager.” And then I proceeded to tell him about the little black and white tv we used when we went camping, which Dad let my siblings and me take turns having in our rooms when we weren’t camping. Luke could not believe that there were black and white televisions, and wondered if Papa still had that marvel at his house.
Here’s an actual email exchange that occurred yesterday. Matt’s not a huge fan of cake, but the boys wanted to “celebrate” his birthday (which means blowing out the candles).
Me: we need to have something sweet to celebrate your birthday with…it’s just not a bday without cake (or something). what sounds good?
Matt: ice cream sandwiches
Me: for real? like, do you want me to make some chocolate chip cookies and make the sandwiches?
Matt: no, i want the freezer-packaged kind.
Me: ahem. ok. gross.
Matt: what d’ya mean, “gross?” …. those rule.
For the record, I really don’t think they’re that bad…but if someone offered to make me homemade ones, I’d never choose the premade kind!