(This is where there’s supposed to be a fun picture of us attending Wilco, but I forgot the camera on the car floor. Again.)
Tom was born in December, just a few days before Xmas. Which is a silly time to be born because everyone is all worked up around the coming holiday and your birthday kind of gets left in the dust.
The first few years I tried to make his birthday really special and totally independent from Xmas. But that was a whole lot of pressure for me, so we started celebrating his half-birthday in June. Which worked out really well until he became a father, and now I have his half-birthday and Father’s Day within a week of each other. I can’t win.
But this year I actually came up with some decent present ideas and we got to go to dinner and a concert, thanks to Bonnie and my mom and Doug pitching in with the kids. Brussels sprouts and getting to hold hands with your husband while enjoying good music—it kinda felt like MY half-birthday.














