Monday, December 2, 2013

Real Life Perfect

We are officially 1 week into our 3rd year. Priss still refuses to be 3 though, she cries and says she is still 2 and wants to be a baby always. I pretty much quit fighting her, one day she will wake up and say "I'm not a baby!" or even worse? The day she yells "I'm not a little girl mom! I'm grown" (even though she will probably barely be a teen when this dramatic stomp to a slamming door happens) So for now, I am going to enjoy my baby for another year. We will try 3 next year...

 I shared a photo of the table on the internet last week. It was a mistake. I got tons of comments asking me to share more photos of the party. I immediately went into a panic. "oh my gosh! how am I going to turn this into an 'internet good' party!? I have to live up to everyone else that go banana sandwich and end up on the most popular page on pinterest or some party inspiration blog." My mom had surgery on Aubrey's birthday and with me being out of work mostly since July, I really had to pull back on the plans I had for a big 3rd birthday blowout.
Out went the ideas of bounce houses, catered dessert bars, hired entertainment, live animals, fireworks, and celebrity appearances. We ended up just inviting her besties, the twins, over for a sleepover the night before and enjoyed cake the day of. 

I was kind of obsessed with the cake though. And I do mean ob-sessed. I thought it was beautiful, delicious, and fun. The top was a fun surprise when we cut into it and it was inside out of the bottom layer with the ombre on the inside. The girls thought it was so cool!

There was cake. There was presents. There was best friends. What more could a 3 2 year old ask for?

So no, the party was not "internet good"... but it WAS "real life perfect". She didn't miss a single thing. And I didn't have a bit of party-related stress. We stayed up late eating popcorn (with sprinkles and Hershey's mind you) in bed watching a marathon of movies, she played with the girls, they ran in circles, they crashed for a couple hours in a living room fort, there were tears when it was over. I'd say that's a successful party (=
We even ended the party with 1 less tooth than we started with! Now, I don't know about you, but back in my party days, that was the signature for a good time (=

1 comment:

  1. I mean you can't share a cake like that and not tell where it's from! Sooooo stinkin' cute!


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