Note from SweetPoyzin: This chapter is from Garrett’s POV. I always regretted Victor not having his say in Generation One. Well, we’re coming to the end of Generation Two and Garrett is in the same position. So now, on the eve of Adam’s birthday, it’s Garrett’s turn to speak.
A Second Note from SweetPoyzin: My game hates Adam. More specifically it hates his birthday. My hard drive crashed after aging him up to a child the first time. The second time my mouse stopped working and the party guests went home unhappy (I was lucky to save). This third time Adam was unable to use the birthday cake no matter where I placed it. Regardless Adam aged up but there is a weird blank spot where the whole cake thing should be. Sorry. Let’s hope this is the last catastrophe.
I’m not really a sentimental man. I don’t get weepy and I don’t always think deep thoughts about life and whatnot. Lately, though, we’ve been redecorating the house with some old photos we found in the attic.
My kids…well they aren’t little kids anymore.
Adam, my only other source of testosterone in this house, is growing up today. He’s gonna be a kid! It’s going to be great. We’ll play football and soccer. We’ll go boating and fishing!
First we have to get him out of his baby sister’s room. We’ve been remodeling his nursery into a “big boy room” and so he’s been hanging out with Lucy.
Since my son doesn’t have a birthday everyday, I called work and told them I wouldn’t be coming in today. I’m spending the day with my family!
Adam was wide awake when I went in to grab him. He looked happy as usual. This kid is awesome when it comes to being happy and laid back.
“Hey, Monster! Are you ready for your birthday today?”
“Yes. But Daddy…Will there be cookies?”
The serious look on his face and the worry in his voice made me burst out laughing.
“Cookies, you ask? I think there will be cookies. But first there will be RASPBERRIES!”
Adam’s giggle fills my heart until I think it will burst. We really lucked out on the adoption front. And to think…I wanted to say no. I thought life was complete with just my girls but Adam and Lucy? They were the parts I never knew were missing.
“Come on, nugget. Let’s get you dressed and then you go play!”
While I was cleaning up the play room I heard giggles from the kitchen.
That could only mean trouble for Mollie.
“Mama…are those cookies for me?”
“They won’t be for anyone if you don’t let me finish making them, Cookie Monster!”
“Come on, Champ. Let’s get out of Mommy’s hair. Grab some toys and we’ll bury them in the sandbox!”
“You know, Adam, your sisters and I used to play out here, too!”
“They don’t love me anymores.”
“Why do you think that, Nugget?”
“They leaved. Theys didn’t get me a birthday present either. I got them presents from my own toy box. But theys forgot about me.”
“Come here, Nugget. They didn’t forget you. They grew up and they have their own lives. One day you will grow up, too. You’ll forget about your old man and have your own life.”
“I’ll never forget you, Daddy! And I’ll always give you lots of presents!”
While Mollie played with Adam in the front yard I ran inside and changed the name on some of the presents. I know Penny and Liv love their baby brother. I just wanted to make sure he knows that, too.
I’ll write an email to the girls to let them know they bought their brother that robot action figure he wanted so badly.
While we waited for the guests to arrive, Mollie, Adam, and I sat on the front porch making bad jokes to each other.
“Adam…Why do firemen wear red suspenders?”
“I dunno, Daddy…why?”
“To hold their pants up!”
“Oh, jeez, Garrett…that was terrible!”
Mollie has never been a fan of my bad jokes. Adam’s giggle whenever I tell one is winning her over though.
Adam’s eyes lit up when he realized the gifts were for him. I had to keep holding him back from the gift table and finally Mollie and I decided to distract him with cake. It was, of course, his birthday cake but the guests didn’t mind. After all, Grammy Liddy and Gramps Vic have been there done that with the toddler scene!
After the party Mollie and Liddy were cleaning up and I snagged Adam.
“Hey, Nugget! I want you to see this.”
“Dad, that’s Lucy. I’ve seen her. Did I mention I’ve also smelled her?”
“She’s your baby sister, Nugget. See how small she is? When I’m gone I want you to always look out for her and protect her, okay?”
“Uh, sure Dad. Are you feeling ok?”
“Just fine, son. Just fine. Come on…I’ve got another surprise for you!”
“Wanna see your new big boy room!”
“YEAH! DON’t DROP ME!”
Adam was totally taken aback. I’d like to say I had a part in this but it was all Mollie and Victor. He built all the furniture and painted while Mollie thought up the whole design.
“OH WOW! This is so COOL! OH MY GOSH! Is that…”
We aren’t really dog people. Or cat people. But we thought it was important for a kid to have a pet. So we got him a gecko.
“Hey there, friend.”
“What are you going to name him, Nugget?”
“His name is Theodore Q. Rumplefugly.”
“Wow! That’s quite a name, kiddo. Should we call him Rumple for short?”
“Ugh…Dad. His friends call him Cue Ball…because he’s bald. Jeez.”
I was impressed with the creativity Adam possessed. I have so many hopes for him but as long as he is happy I’ll be okay with whatever he chooses.
“Alright, say goodnight to Cue Ball. It’s time for bed!”
“NO! Daddy, it’s my birthday!”
“Tough cookies. Get your pajamas on, kiddo. If you hurry I’ll read you a bedtime story!”
And by bedtime story, I meant Science textbook. It’s never too early to get a jump-start on knowledge.
He loved it. That’s my boy!
For not being sleepy the kid conked out pretty fast. It had been a big day for everyone. I cannot believe this little guy is a kid. He’s been part of our lives for five years already!
“Goodnight, Nugget.” I whispered good thoughts in his ear in hopes he wouldn’t have nightmares. After watching him breathe for several minutes I snuck out of his room to go find Mollie.
She was downstairs watching old home movies. On the TV table she had placed a new photo.
“Damn, I forgot I had an earring back in the day. Shit, Mol, we’re getting old.”
“Not that old though! I’m only turning 40! And what are you? 35! Knock it off!”
“We’ve got a lot to plan in the next couple of weeks. Lucy’s birthday is next and we’re doing that the same day as our Feast Day party. Then your birthday and I’ve got that planned. What do you want for your birthday?”
“I want my girls home. I heard from Penny today. She sent an email. I’ll read it to you tomorrow. Let’s go to bed.”