I took the holiday quite literally by going into labor TWICE on it.
10 years ago.
3 years ago.
Corynn turned double digits- a huge blow to me.
My baby turned three- another huge blow.
And so....we celebrated.
First thing in the morning, the chickens laid eggs with clues inside which led to a scavenger hunt which eventually, led to a gift. (This is what parents do with presents that are too awkwardly shaped to wrap. Works like a charm.)
I'd show you pictures of Corynn on her hunt but the girl was too fast for me.
Judah, on the other hand, fumbled a bit with his big chubby hands unfolding tiny bits of paper.
Tell me...is that not the cutest thing?
TO THE MAILBOX!
TO THE CORN!
And eventually- to the trampoline where he happily bounced along with his new ball.
We had gone to Target a day or two before and Corynn saw a picture in the kitchen aisle of face pancakes. It took less than 30 seconds for her to decide that is what she wanted for her birthday dinner.
I am thinking this will be the last year before Judah realizes that he hasn't gotten a choice for birthday dinner. Even still, I am not sure there would have been complaints. Whipped cream: the eternal peace keeper.
Everyone made faces except ONE person who shall remain nameless.
Corynn let me "surprise" her with her cake decorations. I was in a hurry. I had no plan. I had two hours before cake time. So I did this:
Judah, too, was a last minute jobby. His was decorated ICE CREAM.
Can you guess just where I found my inspiration?
Fair warning: if you decorate a cake and then can grape juice all afternoon- this is what will happen:
(Corynn actually thought it was quite beautiful that way and asked just HOW I happened to make such beautiful flowy icing. That worked well.)
Corynn got a bag full of books from book sales that I have been gathering.
Judah got a bookbag with a digger book and a few mini construction worker tractor thingies.
Andrew was CRAZY jealous.
I made it through the day crying only...oh....five or ten times. Children are such a gift.