Yesterday was Matthew's 25th birthday (Happy Birthday!), so of course we celebrated in style. And by "in style," I mean in "we have a baby now" style. Meaning... after a night with less than 3 hours of sleep, I was still awake when Matt was about to get up for work, so I decided to make him breakfast. Which is why I was baking scones at 5:30am. Unfortunately, I managed to spill something in the bottom of the oven during the process (I'd like to blame that on the lack of sufficient sleep), which promptly began burning up and creating a lot of smoke. And we all know what comes next... the smoke detectors get set off! This is when we really love having these great 10 foot ceilings (that I can't reach even with a chair). Needless to say, Matt woke up. So did his brother Ben, who was visiting. (Sorry, guys) They managed to take care of the crisis for me while I made a mental note to clean the oven later so that I could bake a cake for Matt's birthday.
Um... I did clean the oven later, but I bet you can guess what happened. Yeah... I definitely ran the self-cleaning oven *without* opening up the windows and turning fans on. It was over 90 degrees outside, ok? But of course, this only managed to set off the alarms again. Fortunately, Ben was there to turn them off (I can't reach them, remember? and Matt was at work). The cleaning process took longer than I counted on, however, and it was really, really hot in the apartment for a long time.
It was still hot when Matt got home from taking Ben to the airport, so we were all uncomfortable. To top it off, Henry decided that he didn't want me to put him down. At all. So I cooked dinner and baked a cake and got the birthday gifts together all with the very warm baby in my very warm arms. Sigh. Dinner came out well, though, and the cake was yummy. And the apartment eventually returned to a reasonable temperature. Henry didn't change his attitude, but I guess we can't have everything.
Note: While our sleep-deprived selves were eating dinner in the overly warm apartment with a clingy/fussy baby, I asked Matt if he felt 25. He said no... he felt more like 30.
2 comments:
Happy Birthday to Matthew! And congrats to you for making it through that day. It gets better :)
That sounds like a real "parents" birthday. :D Way to make the best of it. and as life goes on, you'll think back to that first birthday with a kid, and coo at how sweet and peaceful it was :D
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