For Mateo's actual birthday on the 22nd, we had a little "family birthday" as he called it. It was replete with everything he asked for: pizza, homemade vanilla cake with chocolate icing, and his Nana. It took him a while to wind down and get to sleep last night. Each time I walked into his room to check on him, he would sit up and say, "Mama, when is it my birthday again?" "Mama when is it my birthday again?" Only 364 days away my dear.
Everybody says this, but it’s true: Time flies. It literally seems like yesterday that I was planning Mateo’s 4th birthday party. This one snuck up on me fast. Mateo and his friend Charlie were going to have a joint party, and they both wanted a magician, so it was Magicopolis this year, a great little magic performance place in Santa Monica. The kids had a blast watching and learning magic tricks, and when Mateo and Charlie were called up onstage for a trick (hence the pot on his head), Mateo’s silly nature turned up full blast. He was drunk with giggles. It does my heart good to see my boys have such a good time in their honor. And while his actual birth date isn’t for a couple of days, in his mind he’s 5, and there’s no turning back.