Even more birthday

In my family we had a few traditions surrounding birthdays.

On the night before the birthday my mother would set the table using the birthday tablecloth and decorating with flags.

There would be a joint breakfast in the morning where everyone would be present, albeit more or less awake, gifts would be given and opened before the breakfast.

For us kids my dad would make a treasure hunt so we have to search the house to find all our gifts. That was the best, and to this day I still miss it a little bit.

And when we came in to wake up the birthday boy or girl we would all be carrying flags and singing a special birthday song.

I had never met anyone else who sung this song, and somehow I had gotten it into my head that it was our familys very own birthday song, and for both Mikes and Samuels birthdays I have been singing it out loud.

I didn't do it for Mikes birthday this year, because a few weeks ago it dawned on me that ... and this is where it gets a little embarrassing ... well, that my familys very own birthday song is actually 'Happy Birthday' translated into Danish. It was the same melody!

32 years! You would think that I could have caught on just a little earlier, right?

Okay, moving on. I am sure it is not good for me to think too much about this.

Anyway even though the song was changed, certain things remained the same. The kids and I did wake him up with a song, 'Happy birthday' - in the original language *sigh*


I sat the table the night before, using the same birthday tablecloth as my mother did. Isn't it cool by the way?

There was gifts, loads of gifts. No treasure hunt though. Maybe next year?

There was breakfast, including one frustrated boy. There are limits to his patience when yoghurt is waiting for him.


And the gifts were opened, tested and approved.


This one definitly passed both Samuels and Mikes test.

Among other things Mike got a gift certificate for a picnic, and I included some treats for the picnic.


Like this pink French lemonade.

Do I need to say that I love it? Love, love, love it?

I love the color, I love the bottle, I love the label. I even know what to do with the bottle when we've drunken the lemonade. I am just one step away from sleeping with it at night.

I have a slight, ever so tiny, tiny itsy bitsy suspicion that this gift may have been more for me than for him. I just don't think he appreciates a beautiful bottle of pink lemonade the same way I do.

Maybe that is a good thing. Yes, I am pretty sure that it is a good thing.