Anyway, this year, which I've been muddling through, is no exception. It's been a busy year. This spring was so insane, a lot of that due to the fact that The Boy was involved in a. lot. of stuff. His schedule in April and May was over the top. It was all good stuff, it was just... we're going to have to find a way to keep it under control when he starts middle school this fall.
But I'll get to all that in another post. I'm going to try to play a little catch up over the next few posts, and in order to do that properly I have to go back to when this blog was really starting to gather weeds and that would have to be February. The Girl and The Husband both have birthdays that month, and every year it's sort of the beginning of my spring unravelling. It's on the heels of The Boy's birthday (January) and the holidays, and I must just start to give up. Or something.
The Girl turned three in February, which at once seems impossible because wasn't she a baby three short years ago? And it simultaneously feels like of course she is because she was a baby a million years ago. It seems like she's been this amazing little person who talks and runs and creates for such a long time. I can hardly remember her not being here.
I had toyed with the idea of throwing a big party for her- The Boy had his first big party at three. But we were in a playgroup when he was three and knew a bunch of kids really well and it seemed like the thing to do. We know fewer kids The Girl's age because the poor thing is always getting dragged after her brother and his friends. She has friends, just not so many that I felt like throwing a party and inviting everyone.
So, what we did instead was we had a few small celebrations. The Friday before her birthday we went to Phipps Conservatory with a friend from the neighborhood. They were having an event called Swans In the Garden. Ballerinas from the PBT came and performed vignettes from the upcoming Swan Lake show. Afterward everyone could come up and meet the ballerinas, and well, of course that was just the best.
Then the girls came back to our house and ate huge pink cupcakes. The end.
OK. Not really the end. We had a cupcake playdate with another friend. And then my in-laws came to town for a birthday lunch featuring sandwiches and… more cupcakes.
The Girl's birthday was actually on Super Bowl Sunday this year. And while we weren't feeling particularly excited about either of the teams, we did have some good friend's over to watch the game. And eat cake. Because my in-laws are not dessert people, I hate to make homemade cake for them when they come in for The Kids' birthdays. But our friends? Appreciate a good homemade cake.
This year The Girl asked for a strawberry cake. I found a great recipe here. The cake was a hit. The Girl had four smallish celebrations for turning three. That's a lot of excuses to eat cake and get presents in less than a week's time.
Two weeks later we were back out and about for The Husband's birthday. This time he and I went out and left The Kids at home with the sister-in-law. We went here, which was ridiculously delicious, and we had a marvelous grown up time. And then I went home full of food and drink and was exhausted from all the celebrating and that is really the end.