If you have siblings, you probably understand the concept of sibling rivalry. I have four sisters, and while we don’t get too competitive over most everyday things, there are some occasions where you just have to out-do the rest.
Saturday is going to be one of these events. You see, my extremely adorable baby is about to turn one, and of course, we have to have a huge, all-out, birthday bash. I know it might seem silly to throw a giant party for a child so young; they are completely unaware of what is going on, but I have no choice.
You see, my sister had her baby two weeks before I had mine. She won the baby competition. Since then, it seems like everything is a competition. Of course, my poor baby has a two-week disadvantage. Her baby rolled over first, crawled first and started walking first. (I won’t tell you which one is cuter though, because that could start an all out war.)
My sisters and I have always competed over little things, like games and sports and boys, and all of the usual stuff, but now that we have children of our own, the competition has moved on to the next generation. Since our babies were born at approximately the same time, it makes the competition that much better. We call each other daily with updates, comparing which one is taller, which one weighs more and which one does more stuff. We pretend it’s all in good fun, but we both know this has turned into a life-long competition.
The point is, we finally have a level playing field; the birthday party competition. Usually in these types of situations, my husband acts as the voice of reason, telling me it’s silly to compete with my sisters, but not this time. This time he is even more determined to win the competition. “A petting zoo with real elephants would do it,” he says.
I guess the point I’ve discovered is that birthday parties are definitely not for the children when they’re this young, but it’s a great chance for me and my sister to have one of our competitions. Balloons, party favors, games, we are pulling out all the stops, and most likely the baby will sleep through the whole thing, but I can’t wait to call my sister when the party is all over and tell her I won.
Next competition: Halloween.