What is this? A dutch apple pie with a candle in it? Why?
There is a running joke in our house right now. And the butt of that joke is my beloved Lincoln.
Today is his 5th birthday. Yes, I know what day my cat was born. Yes, I realize this is not a normal thing to keep track of. Lincoln has been the victim of my misguided nesting instincts for several years. And the birthday tradition of getting a cake/pie/dessert of some kind and taking a picture of the stinkin cat next to it has been observed every year of his life.
But will this be the last year? I have this little human in my lady bits that will be born in less than 3 months. A child to focus my no longer misguided motherly and nesting instincts on. Poor little Lincoln is about to become a second class citizen. Does that little peanut of a brain have any clue what is about to happen to this family? Will it be a rude awakening or a relief that I am finally leaving him alone and not trying to smoother him with snuggles? Will we remember this time next year that Lincoln is 6?
I don't know the answer to that. But I do know I love apple pie with vanilla ice cream, so maybe we will remember. Food is one hell of a motivator.