I made a cake with Aidan on Monday morning, before I got sick. It was raining and my car was in the shop. We were stuck in the barn so I decided to make a cake. Aidan sat on the counter and stirred after each ingredient, getting upset that I wouldn't let him break the eggs. We've actually tried that before. He kept saying birthday cake so I made sure that he knew it wasn't a birthday cake. I told him it was a rain cake. When he wants a piece he asks for rain cake and wants a candle in it to blow out. It might as well be a birthday cake. He will probably call pound cake "rain cake" for the rest of his life.

We've been telling him about his birthday for a few weeks, ever since we went to Suess' daughter's birthday in Cherry Valley, NY. Suess' son had 2 skateboards and was really sweet facilitating play with the little kids with them on the grass. When we were leaving I told Aidan that he could have a skateboard for his birthday. So between the cake and the skateboard, Aidan has a really clear idea about this thing that's coming up.

Steve and I have been wanting to have a big bash here since we moved in. The property around the barn is really lovely, mostly flat, and open. Yesterday we figured out that AIdan birthday is on the Sunday of Labor Day weekend - so here's the plan: big party Saturday - drumming dancing eating and revelling, folks can pich tents and sleep in the yard and then in the afternoon on Sunday we will have a birthday party for Aidan. NY/New England HipMamas - consider yourselves invited. You can either come for the whole weekend or just the birthday party on Sunday. E-mail me if you want to come.