Today was your 3rd birthday.
You went to sleep the night before as a 2 year old, living in an blue and white striped Airstream… and you woke up as a 3 year old in a pink princess explosion Airstream. In the morning, the first thing you screamed out (since your volume control is broken) is that there were two balloons everywhere. You say two for anything greater than one. It’s cute to us but now that I am typing it out, maybe we should start correcting your vocabulary. Nah! And we weren’t playing a practical joke on you with that huge gaucho pillow wedged next to you on the floor. It’s actually there every night so you don’t hurt yourself on Ava’s bed in the middle of the night.
The night before, Ava and I wrapped all of your presents. Your big sister helped picked out every single present in Target a few days ago. She even picked out a cereal that wasn’t Cheerios. Gasp! Yes, I let her pick out a sugary cereal for your birthday. I think she was a little more excited about it than you were.
You first asked for a Fresh Beat Band party. Then a princess party. Then a Hello Kitty party. Then you finally settled on a lunch box party. MAKE UP YOUR MIND, MILA! And what is a lunch box party you ask? I have no idea. But we did our best and bought you lunchbox and a bunch of other little things to make today awesome. You really loved the Rapunzel outfit and wore it most of the day. Just look at your face. So happy!
You spent the rest of the morning talking to Nona and Dida and showing them all the fun things you opened and of course showed off your Lucky Charms… which almost immediately spilled all over the Airstream floor. Dada, clean up on isle #5!
We were going to take you to Bedrock to check out where the Flintstones live but after you watched an episode the night before, you decided that it was too scary. I guess it didn’t help that a giant flower ate Barney within the first 3 minutes of the episode. That was just too scary for you so you told us that miniature golf was a better idea for your birthday.
Today was the last day the pool and hot tub were open at our campground. The hot tub was actually not hot and you loved splashing around in it since it was a bit warmer than the ice bath they call a pool here. But within a few minutes, one of the yellow shirt employees came around yelling for you to get out of the “hot” tub because it was too dangerous… while blowing cigarette smoke towards us. Geez. Sorry, little one.
I was a little worried today that you wouldn’t have as much fun in the Airstream as you would have at home. But as you can see, you had a blast today. You were smiling all day long… and screaming too.. because you know, your volume control is broken 🙂
Happy birthday, my silly goose.