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Damon understood the power of being the "birthday boy" for the first time. He literally sprang out of bed and bounded up the two stair to our room the instant he awoke singing, "It's my birthday! It's my birthday!" He was so happy that his big day arrived, he couldn't hardly stop giggling. Then, the term "for my birthday" promptly became a large part of his vocabulary throughout the day. "I'm gonna get a lot of presents for my birthday." "I want to get a happy meal for my birthday." "Are they coming for my birthday," and on and on and on went the phrase. Soon it became clear he expected every whim to be fulfilled just because it was his birthday. We had to keep him grounded a little bit, reminding him that gratitude was the most important thing—even more important than what he got or what we did. I'm not sure how much of it sunk in, but I think he soaked in a little bit of the lesson.
On Friday morning, while Damon was still at school, I tried to make the requested cake (Chocolate with cherry filling). Time was getting short by the time I was ready to put it in the oven, and it didn't fit. There wasn't enough time to make two round cakes, I only had one pan and couldn't fit two in at a time anyway. So, I had to pour it into a smaller pan and hope for it to cook all the way through. Despite the fact the oven tends to cook hot, I had to leave the cake in longer than the directions say. Even then, it was still a little wobbly. I crossed my fingers and hoped that it would firm up as it cooled. Well, two hours later it was still really gooey, so I called my mom on the way up there and told her the cake hadn't turned out. Thankfully, she didn't graciously offered to make a cake and we were saved from having to buy one.
Stacie and her family joined us for pizza, cake, and a movie at the discount theaters near my parents home. Damon was all smiles. He loved his presents—a book on dinosaurs with realistic pop-out pictures, a new bike helmet and a fancy bike. He only had two things to open and I was really proud of him for being happy with what he got and not expecting more. Of course he had to ask grandma Hinton if they only had one present for him, but he wasn't too rude about, just enough that we needed to remind him about being grateful.