It has taken me a while to sit down and post Toots’s birthday. It is school break, big allergy season for my household, the pollen is even giving me a run for my money this year! And I finally printed up my manuscript, which I’m still mildly apprehensive about reading through. And I burnt out my printer and made a bit of a day of it at Office Max to get the job done. Enough excuses, her birthday was a joyful day, and I think everyone had fun. Per usual, I held the camera, thereby managed to avoid being captured.
I went into her room first thing in the morning to cuddle with her in her new big girl bed on the morning she turned four. Honey and I finished the antique process the day before and he assembled it in her room to wake up in on her birthday. She was really excited about her new bed! She picked out the sheets and new quilt, etc.
Her walls are cafe au lait because this used to be Captain Comic’s room, and I thought it would be a soothing color for a retreat space for him when we moved in six years ago. Now it just looks like mud. Painting is a bit of problem, I would love to liven up the room, but standard paints send me into respiratory distress. I am thinking of a way we could milk paint the room, much like we did with her bed frame.
Don’t be distressed by the expression on her face in the picture with the bed. She had just gotten a booboo on her thumb. She really does love her new big girl bed!
The birthday festivities included a Diego cake (I missed making her cake myself, she was pretty adamant about Diego – but I did make scratch cupcakes for the in preschool celebration and I must add, they were the fluffiest best cupcakes I have ever made) which made for blue lips all around; slide and trampoline were very popular; all the little kids had a go at the pinata before my friend’s older daughter’s 1st whack burst it and then Captain Comic destroyed it (which was his mission of the day); presents; and lots of running around and fun. I once again realized that the average age of Toots’s preschool friends’ moms is about 15-20 years younger than I am. sigh. They’re very nice, I just feel like a polka dotted horse among zebras.
Toots was so excited all day long, and loved her birthday very much!
So did I.