Technically, Blake’s sixteenth birthday was last Monday, but we didn’t get to do it up right with a cake until today. Janna and Henry’s mom joined in so that the obligatory Happy Birthday serenade had more of a full-choral feel and less of that chirping cricket sensation. However, they also made sarcastic remarks during a viewing of Jon and Kate Plus Eight which made me get all defensive. I HAVE YOUR BACKS, GOSSELIN FAMILY.
Since Blake’s mom just had a party for him on Friday, we left tradition bleeding out like road kill on a highway shoulder, eschewing the standard birthday cake in favor of two halves of speciality fare: pumpkin prailine and chocolate mousse. Broaden the kid’s cake horizons, you know? Chooch made known his desire to blow out Blake’s candles (and really, if he hadn’t, I’d have to suspect that he was some sort of alien baby from a planet where children 10-and-under aren’t entranced by dancing flames) and Blake very graciously allowed for this to happen. I was impressed; I was always resentful when my younger brothers stole my candle snuffing spotlight on my own jacked up birthday. I guess that’s what true sibling love looks like right there. Thank you, Blake and Chooch, for illustrating for me what could have been if I wasn’t so busy being cannibalized by jealousy and fury.
After we ate cake, Henry’s mom made funny faces at my artwork and Blake’s piercings simultaneously while Chooch lazily watch Max and Ruby from the quiet sanctity of his sugar coma. There were so many things I wanted to get Blake but just couldn’t afford (for example, his own piercing parlour), but he seemed to like his gifts we settled on so I guess it wasn’t too much of a bust. It was what a normal American family might consider a “good afternoon.”