You are so perfectly 3 now. There was a birthday party of course. We celebrated with your little friends.
That's you, tucked back there behind the door. Oh you were so excited every time the door bell rang. That morning you came into my room while I was still in bed and you knew it was birthday party day. I told you to go downstairs and check it out (dad and I had decorated the night before). It was like Christmas. You and Zach stomped downstairs, your father and I giggled in bed as we heard your voices EXCLAIMING to each other all the delightful things you were finding.
Lily, you were so cute as we sang the birthday song to you. Sort of this shy but pleased look on your face. And then, you wanted your brother to blow out the candles, same as last year.
It's a silly thing, but I used your great-great-grandmothers dishes...and I had a moment. They've been packed away for two years, and getting them out was just one more time to realize we are back home. No more boxes. Which also led me to think about the fact that this is the first birthday you've celebrated with our extended family. And that made me smile.
Post-party...but it's included to show off the pom-pom decorations. Courtesy of dad. He whipped those up, and was pretty proud. He likes to tease about all the party preparations...but don't be fooled, he TOTALLY gets into it.
Then on Saturday, your actual birthday, we celebrated with family and lots of food.
And once again, you requested someone else blow out the candles. But by this time, you were a party PRO. You gulped down a few pieces of cake, and before we had served the rest, you were pulling a heavy wooden chair into the center of the room. (just like we did the day before) You told me you were ready to open your presents. Cracked me up. And the girl who plays with Spiderman action figures and can work all the Transformers was SHOWERED with pink boxes of girlie glory.
Obviously, this made you happy. You're the sweetest thing Lily Anne Painter.
I hope you had the happiest birthday yet, from the bottom of my heart.