Happy Birthday!

Today was Girl2's birthday! She turned 3 years old. Time flies when you're having fun, doesn't it? It's hard to believe that 3 years ago, she was a tiny, squirmy squished-up baby, just hours old. Ah, listen to me, I'm getting all nostalgic and misty-eyed. Now, as I'm relaxing with glass of red wine, is the only chance I've had all day to get nostalgic and misty-eyed! I hadn't planned a party this year. I decided that, after a stressful few weeks (moving house, amongst other things) that a lovely, relaxing birthday at home, with family dropping in throughout the day, was the way to go. No organizing lots of party food, invitations, entertainment, not to mention the expense. We'd wake up, open Girl2's gifts, have breakfast together, and spend the day cuddling, reading stories, playing games and enjoying family time together. I didn't factor into that a jealous 5 year old, a teething baby, Husband having to work and the constant stream of visitors. I soon realised that renting the local soft play space wold have been the easier option. Girl2 decided halfway through the day that she didn't like being a 'big girl' any more, and announced that it was no longer her birthday. Then got mad when Girl1 decided she would take over the role of birthday girl, and play on the new High School Musical trampoline (which, by the way, I had to search high and low for- the things we do for our kids). But what's done is done. The kids are in bed (FINALLY! It's 10.15PM as I write this), the house is still in one piece(ish) and we have leftover birthday cake (woohoo!). Another birthday, and I survived to tell the tale! I really shouldn't complain about these things, I'm told. Before long she'll be on holidays/night out with her friends to celebrate her birthday, and I'll be yearning for birthday parties with pink cakes, balloons, jelly and ice cream and toddler tantrums. You could probably bet your bottom dollar that, if I'm still writing this blog then, I'll be writing a nostalgic and misty-eyed blog entry about when she was a sweet, angelic three year old, eating pink cakes, playing with balloons and bouncing on a High School Musical trampoline, then falling asleep in her dads arms, exhausted but the happiest little girl in the world.
I'm going before I set myself off again.

Until next time,

Crazy Mother x