I think the rules are basically that, once grandkids are born, everyone else sort of drops a notch or two in the familial pecking order. My dad and I share a birthday weekend this year, and my brother and nephew are around to help celebrate. The other day, my mom showed me the pop-up train book she’d purchased because my nephew was coming. She was pretty much gushing over the opportunity to see her grandson. Finally I asked, “Mom, whose birthday is it this weekend?” “But my grandson is coming,” she replied.
In other news, check out my special day from a few years ago. It was sweet!