It’s hard to think about what to write after yesterday’s tragic news. What do you say about something like that? How do you deal with your outrage? Your fear? I saw so many posts yesterday about holding, hugging and loving babies and so I guess that’s what I can do and that seems like a strange and tragic segue into a post about Avery’s birthday party but, if you don’t talk about it, it’s kind of like the elephant in the room… you know? So anyway, welcome to Avery’s birfday! We stuck to the plan and Avery’s friends came over to help her celebrate turning three.
Why is it that the whole day leading up to a birthday party is so stressful for children? It’s crazy stressful for my kids at least and they are never in a good mood leading up to a party. I was glad that I planned the party for so early in the day because I don’t think she would have lasted one minute longer. We had all the usual suspects, friends and family, cake, pin the toot on Thomas and a pinata. Oh, that Thomas pinata. I will never figure it out. The pinata was so weak when I stuffed it that I was dubious about whether it would hold the candy or not and, still, the kids couldn’t break it. I think maybe we needed a better bat but, seriously, now it’s my personal mission to get it all sorted out. I can’t let it go.
I love that girl. Love her. I hope she had a great time. I hope she’ll grow old and think fondly of every ugly cake I ever made for her.