Thursday, September 29, 2016

What makes a 2-year-old’s birthday dreams come true?

Trampoline Park + Chick-fil-a + cookie cake + presents = SUCCESS!!

Tiny little miss needed a diaper change as soon as we got to Chick-fil-a.  I gave her her blanket and her sippy cup with milk to entertain her through the process.  She accidentally banged her cup into her face and busted her lip.  She screamed for a few seconds but quickly calmed down to help me “fix her hair” and “wipe her face.”  This little monkey is so resilient.  It really blows me away.  She’s much more concerned with the feelings and needs of others than she is with herself. It’s one of her remarkable virtues, and I praise her for it every day.

The kids sat at their own table with trays of chicken nuggets and fries.  Jeremy was the brave soul who manned the table and brought justice and peace to the land.

She LOVED all of her presents. It was pretty clear to me as she opened one after the other that she 1) has clear interests and 2) communicates them clearly to everyone in her life.  Her family gave her paints and coloring sets and play-doh and play-doh tools and a picnic basket with food, and adorable shoes for her “stinky feet.”  She wanted to play with every single present, and we had to really cajole her to move on to the next gift. All the cousins wanted to run off to the indoor playground at Chick-fil-a, but SJ wanted to eat more cookie cake and have all the toys to herself!  That’s my girl!!

She really liked her color book that came with a (water) marker/brush.  It was hard to get her to move to the next present.  Good call, Ab.

Jeremy and I gave her a play kitchen for her birthday, but we had to have something to give her at her party.  She found this Minnie that she HAD TO HAVE at Target last weekend.  When she opened the back, she squealed with an overwhelmed tone of excitement M-I-N-N-I-E-E-E-E-E-E!!!!!!!

Then Minnie needed to color with the marker/brush.  (Of course.)

When it hit 7:45, she completely turned into a pumpkin.  She grabbed her blanket and said, “home?”  I told her to go tell her daddy….which she promptly did.  He sent me home with her, and I spent most of the drive trying to soothe a very tired baby.  She likes for me to rub her feet in the car.  It’s something I do to calm her down.  I asked her if she wanted me to rub her feet, but she said no. Then I asked her if she wanted to hold my hand. “Okay…” was the whimpering response I received.  As soon as I took ahold of her hand, she said “rub blanky?” and handed me a corner of her soft blue blanky.  In her mind, I’m sure that me asking to rub her feet indicated that I needed some comfort too.  Blue blanky would soothe both of us on our miserably long drive to the house.

Sweet little one…

More pics to come – as I round them up from others at the party and take some of her playing with her new presents around the house.