I turned three years old today!
This morning mom and dad woke me up singing me the happy birthday song and gave me my presents! (A ballerina puzzle and ballerina book, in case you were wondering). Grammy and grandpa sang to me on the phone and watched me be surprised by the dollhouse they got me.
Then I played dollhouse and tea party all day. Little bother was allowed to play with me because I was feeling nice.
It was a good third birthday.
Even if mom made us go to the doctor for our checkups. I don’t want to talk about that. Except to say that little bother had to get shots and I didn’t.
So, happy birthday to me!!
Mom threw me a tea party to celebrate my birthday.
We wore crowns and sipped tea. In real cups.
Well. For a few minutes. Then we snarfed down cookies, put the veggies in our tea cups and ran circles around the room screaming. It was all a total blast. Mom stopped taking photos at this point, but just imagine how fun all the chaos was.
Then everyone sang me happy birthday and helped to blow out my candles. (Special thanks to Aunt E for making my super cake)
All my friends left with tea cups in their bags and pez candies in their mouths.
Thanks, mom, for the party.
You can have a Tea Party with just about anyone.
You can have a Tea Party with your stuffed hippo.
You can have a Tea Party with a baby.
You can even have a Tea Party with your Twizzle.
But, the best Tea Party ever is the one you have with your dad.
Pour. Clink. Sip.