It’s official. The 2nd love of my life is 3. The poor little guy was sick for his birthday so we had a day of birthday fun locked up in the house. My WONDERFUL children decided to start the day out at 6 something AM, so the sun wasn’t even up for the start of the festivities.
How about my little OCD kid lining up his presents before he opened them? If you recall in the last post, they were in a neat little stack that his OCD Mom made.
Remember those little foam pills that you drop into hot water and they morph into some fun shape? Well the dinosaur ones that I got Coop for his birthday… not near as much fun as I remembered. We started out with one in the jar (also a drinking glass at our house)…
Coop just had to dump all of them in, so we got a bigger bowl, and hours later we ended up with this…
There are a few little handicap dinosaurs in that bowl that despite all my coaxing, never turned into anything besides a little hunk of colored foam. I discreetly scooped those out and pitched them while Cooper was distracted with something else.
BREAKFAST. Party Pancakes. I accidentally put on those trick candles that just keep re-lighting? Really not so funny with a 3yr old. I just grabbed a pack of candles out of the cabinet and figured out my error after watching sick little Cooper trying to blow them out.. over, and over, and over again. I know. Mom of the year.
I had no plan for his birthday cake. I’ll never EVER top the cake Shannon (my cousin in law) made for his first birthday. Then for his second birthday I was all Martha Stewarty and made a little cupcake tower. Heck, I didn’t even bake it this year until after he opened his presents. So, I grabbed a little food coloring out of the cabinet and some plastic dinosaur stuff that Cooper had in his toy basket, and whipped up dino-land. Not so impressive to any of us that use the bathroom some place other than in a diaper, but man, Cooper thought I was the best Mom ever. Oh, and before I post these next photos… Yes, he is wearing his pajamas. No, I did not give him cake first thing in the morning. Yes, I did let him wear his pajamas until after lunch. Hey… cut me some slack, he’s sick.
Fork eating didn’t last long.
Sidenote… How about that Superbowl? HOLY COW. If you want to read about my deep insights on last year’s Super Bowl, be prepared to be blown away with my sports knowledge and click HERE.