When I talked to my mom the other day, she asked if I thought Sara knew whether it was a special day. While she's obviously too young to understand the concept of birthdays, I think she knew the day was all about her, which is exactly how birthdays should be, if you ask me!
Here she is at school last Friday. Apparently all of the kids danced and clapped when they sang "Happy Birthday." In fact, the song was such a hit among the kiddos that they had to sing it multiple times, according to Sara's teachers! I'm so glad they took pictures of Sara at school because I realized Friday afternoon that it hadn't even crossed my mind to do so that morning. What was I thinking? Picture-taking remains on my growth-area list.
On Saturday we had a small party at our house. All of the kids in attendance (besides Sara, of course), were boys. Steve ended up pulling out a bunch of his 1980's action figures, which turned out to be a huge hit. (By the way ... perfect example of why it's important to keep things forever, right? Like that sweater I haven't worn in years, but just might decide to so; I simply can't get rid of it ... you all know what I mean. Did you ever think action figures could provide such justification?)
Sara paid some attention to her presents, though the best part of opening them for her was wading through the tissue paper (and eating some of it).
Even after people tried to persuade me to give Sara her own cake rather than just a measly cupcake, I stuck to my original idea of allowing her one homemade cupcake. As it turns out, she wasn't too thrilled with it anyway. She immediately decided against the frosting, flipped the cupcake over, and took a few bites of the cake part. Before long, though, and without much mess to show for it, Sara wanted to get out of her chair and mingle with her party friends. I am actually not too surprised that she didn't love her sweet treat ... we're salt people here. We just are. After passing - for the most part - on the cupcake, she headed straight for the Goldfish. See? Salt.
Here's our little party family. Even though you can't tell in this picture (or maybe you can), Steve and I were just as exhausted as Sara after the festivities. She got to nap; we got to clean. I guess that's what my mom might call poetic justice. Small price to pay for a very happy birthday.
Thanks, Gabi, for taking pictures for us!
3 comments:
In the picture from school Sara looks just like you, Katie! I swear mom has this same picture of you some where at her house.
We had a blast. Although Liam mostly just drooled, I am quite positive that he was absolutely taken with Sara! He has a thing for older women.
I love it! Too cute! We gave the girls cupcakes on their birthday, too...and like Sara, they didn't care much for it. BTW...how is the whole "real food" thing going?
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