Bud enjoyed his birthday party yesterday.
He had been very clear about the guest list: Mama, Daddy, Nana, and Papa.
He had also been clear about the specifications and agenda (most were a direct lift from Dora, but it was heartfelt all the same): Balloons, streamers, party hats, blowers. Pizza, cake, candles, ice cream, treats. Pinata, Pin the Tail on the Donkey, Goodie Bags, Musical Chairs. And, of course, presents, presents, presents. We also threw in a treasure hunt for good measure, and Bud delighted in calling the shots and orchestrating the event.
When the scheduled activities were finished we had a family dance party, in which we followed along with Bud as he acted out every song on his Dragon Tales cd. Then Bud had a music concert for us, pulling out all his instruments and becoming a one-man band.
After a very brief rest, round two began with a game of hide-and-find-the-toy-animals, and then I was recruited as his sidekick as we built Wacky Wild World in the backyard. I think we were recreating a Blue's Clues episode, as we built Cardboard Land, Bubble-opolis, The Clay Desert, and Puzzle World and dashed back and forth between the house and the yard to gather supplies and accessories.
Through it all, Bud didn't mention storms a single time. But as dusk began to settle, his anxiety started to return - did the darkness mean that bad weather was coming? We went for another walk to find the pink sky that would tell us that tomorrow would be a sunny day, and that seemed to reassure him a bit.
But, really, it's one day at a time around here right now. We just try to take each one as it comes, and do our best with whatever it brings. And that day - that birthday day - that day full of smiles and adventure and song - that day with only a hint of worry - that was one day that was very easy to take.