In a stark contrast with last year, I did not spend the night before Zsa Zsa's birthday sobbing in my mother's arms. I did not spend it sobbing, at all, in fact.
I think this is evidence that EMDR Therapy is working. It should be, at $140 a session. Holy Toledo.
We all (except the Boy) had a great day celebrating Zsa Zsa's 3rd birthday.
She chose green pancakes for breakfast (whole wheat blender pancakes with a handful of spinach added in) and we ate them happily (except for The Boy).
Then we took baths (happily, except for The Boy) and got dressed. The Birthday Girl got to wear a super cute princess dress. :)
Then we headed out to run errands. While at Costco, I let her look at the cakes. I was half thinking I'd copycat which ever design she chose and half thinking of ordering the cake, because I'm seriously, seriously pregnant. Plus, clearly we needed a cake that feeds 48 since the invite list had a total of 6 kids on it. From ALL the cake designs she could have chosen, the winner was...
Blue Dinosaur.
A few days later we had her party. With The Boy's 3rd birthday I kind of went over the top. Like, rented a bouncy house and invited everyone we knew, over the top. Because we only do parties on odd years, Zsa's party was the first one we've had since then. I have learned that 3 year old's don't need bouncy houses. (Husband and the accounting gods are doing a happy dance.)
3 year old's don't even need formal invitations. I texted four moms whose kids play with us frequently.
We met at the park and ate cake and ice cream and played on the toys. Best.Idea.Ever.
Can we agree I got the important part on video? Keeping the candles lit in the wind was enough of a challenge...
Who wants cake?
Notice the happy grin...and my extremely gravid uterus atop spindly legs...
If you are my daughter, happiness is a park, chocolate cake and not holding your pee while playing in the sand.
Happy Birthday, my sweet Energizer Bunny.
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