It suddenly appears that tomorrow is my firstborn son's third birthday. I have no idea how this happened, or why I could not give less of a shit about it.
Possibly because he has been VERY EXTREMELY MUCH THREE YEARS OLD for the past three months. Possibly because I finally see the benefit of having a child who doesn't yet understand birthdays or expect parties and gifts and I realize this may possibly be the last year I can get away with kind of ignoring the whole thing, other than: Here. Some relatives sent you toys. Have a cupcake.
Possibly because I am finally starting to get a grip on the fact that children get older no matter what you do, or maybe it's because I've got a smaller, better-smelling trade-in model coming in a couple weeks so fine! Grow up! Get all big and old, with your ACTUAL KNUCKLES ALL OF A SUDDEN INSTEAD OF FINGER DIMPLES OR WHATEVER! See if I care! I'm having a baby and THAT baby won't ever be three years old and in preschool and big boy pants and he'll never let his hair turn darker and not as curly so...here. Play with the giant awesome fire engine your uncle sent you. Mama has to go cry for awhile. And she's taking the rest of the cupcakes with her.
Online, of course, I must document this momentous and wondrous milestone like I have done every year -- with a scrapbook-worthy entry of hot bubbling sap and a little video montage thing. Those are the rules. I cannot argue with the rules. Especially the rules that I have arbitrarily set for myself. I can only gaze at a pile of unlabeled video tapes, 17 different memory cards from at least four different cameras, two laptop computers and then confront the fact that I was really lazy this year and uploaded pretty much every photograph I've taken into the Downloads folder and never organized anything by date or subject and oh my God, this could take awhile.
In other words, this is not really a real entry today, because I have to go wrastle with iMovie and USB cables in the grand name of tradition.
We're also going to need some cupcakes.