Every year, it happens.
October. October happens. October, with its leaves and its crisp weather and its pumpkin spice all up in my biz..
All good things. Yes.
Also, the birth of my husband, some six million years ago. And the wee first born, my preshus wee angel, WILL BE NINE YEARS OLD. (Hashtag howdidthathappen? timeisweird hewillbeshavingsoon).
The husband does not get the hoopla. He gets a cake, some really crappy cards from my kids, and a golf shirt. That, my friends, is the holy trinity of birthdays when you’re old and boring.
But, did you know? Nine year olds like to think their birthday is going to be second only to when Moses parted the Red Sea, except there will be no drowning and tragedy, and also, no biblical prophecy, so you know. Not as cool. But close.
I have failed birthdays before, y’all. This is daunting.
BUT LO, THE NETFLIX HAS SAYETH: I SHALL HELPETH YE!!
Friends, it’s not often that my television speaks to me in Old English, but when it does, I listen.
Here’s the deal – Netflix has created Birthdays on Demand. This feature offers your children their favorite characters in cute short clips wishing your kids a Happy Birthday.
I don’t know about you guys, but sometimes? A little bit of help really… helps.
Notice the oven mitt. It’s fitting.
So, how does this magic happen? Just open your Netflix and search “Birthday”! From there you can watch anyone from Barbie to Lego Friends to My Little Pony celebrate with you. Our personal fave? King Julien. Of course. (King Julien is kinda my spirit animal.)
Thank you, Netflix, for giving me yet another reason to convince my children I am a magical, wondrous woman who has Ninjago at her fingertips. This totally makes up for my frosting abilities.