“I not three!!”
Fine, you can be 2.12.
We’ve been talking up this birthday for weeks and telling Little A how awesome it would be to turn three. She wasn’t having it. She sure understands cake and presents though. Every time we asked her what she wanted to do for her birthday, her answer was, “Cake and presents.”
Grandma and Poppa had a stack of presents for her when we went down on Thursday. She knew immediately they were for her.
Her actual birthday was Saturday and we woke up to snow.
It didn’t phase her though. She was thrilled to get to eat Frosted Flakes when it wasn’t Sunday. Daddy had to work in the morning and I was really tired, so we took it slow. She watched some movies with E while I baked her cake.
We still had to go shopping for her last present when DH came home. She wanted to open presents the minute we walked back in the door, but we convinced her to let us wrap them first. She had quite the stack (we may have gone overboard), and she was excited with whatever she saw first.
I made the mistake of telling her that her baking set was food grade and she could make real food in it, and now I have to keep my canisters hidden in the cupboard because she wants to put real sugar and real salt in her mixing bowls.
She does love to cook . . . and lick the chocolate frosting beaters.
She was enthralled with the new scooter E got for his birthday, but decided she’d rather have a trike. It’s snowing again today, but someday we’ll be able to ride all the new toys outside.
She can’t quite figure out the pedals, so it’s probably a good thing we got the one with the parent handle. When she moves up to a bigger trike or bike in a few years, we can pass this one down to her brother. (We’re forward thinkers and got the one that’s adjustable from 9 months-5 years!)
Also notice her new slippers. We’d forgotten she specifically asked for slippers until the last minute, so we’d like to thank Walmart for having at least something without a Frozen theme. I’m not one to buy pink princessy sparkly slippers, but she swears they’re birthday cakes, not crowns, anyway.
We sure do love this sweet little girl . . . even if she refuses to be three.