Two weeks ago today MyBigMan turned 3!
And though my husband took him to the park and to buy some gifts, we really just skipped over the celebrating. Because throw up and cupcakes do not a party make. Then we were all sick for the next, like, year. Okay, so maybe it was just 10 days, but you get it.
And then once I actually bought the cake stuff, it took me another few days to get up the nerve to make rainbow cupcakes. (Do you know how much effort to stay patient it takes on my part when making 6 bowls of icing, dividing the cupcakes evenly, making 8 little hands wait until their turn, trying to somewhat contain that many sprinkles? Oh, my the energy it takes to actually smile during the process.)
And then once I started, the still ear-infected baby couldn’t for the life of him understand why I wouldn’t pick him up. He complained. Loudly. And non-stop. To the point I told MyOldest to close the back door, someone might call social services for the cupcake making neglect going on. But I did it. And I smiled. And I didn’t snap too much. And I even hung a banner. When daddy got home we sang the special song, blew out candles and enjoyed! Just like we were supposed to two weeks ago.