She taught me strength when she had cranial reconstructive surgery.
She forced me to learn patience due to her natural mess making abilities. *shudder*
Sometimes I'm amazed I've survived her at all.
And yet, here we are!
Which is proof that whatever doesn't kill you only makes you crazy-er.
And now she has turned three years old! For some reason, it's really weirding me out. Like I'm getting all old or something. Not really, but kinda.
Does that make sense?
Oh. Well please refer to the statement five lines up for clarification.
I know I know. She's ridiculously adorable. Just don't stick your finger in too close, she'll probably bite it off.
Now, originally I had big, big plans for making a rather grand cake. Pinterest had inspired me to do something super fancy.... for a little while.
But then reality set back in and so did my dis-inclination to go all wild and crazy on a cake that Alayna would never remember, and that I was sure to mess up.
I know myself well enough to admit that.
But who cares right? As long as you get to lick the beaters!! Yea-yah!
That's my girl. Get every drop!
Oh... but she did share with the others, a little.
That makes her a better person than me.
The only reason my kitchen looks this clean is because I knew I'd be taking pictures while I made the cake.
And I didn't want you guys to get stuck in the jelly or the juice that was everywhere.
I'm mindful of you like that.
Oh wow. So much cuteness! I ought to be ashamed of myself for hogging it all.
But I'm totally not.
And now you know what some of the kit-kat wrappers were really from as shown in yesterday's post.
Wa-la! Certainly not the super-duper facy cake I had origionally thought I'd do... fleetingly. But at least Alayna loved it!
I mean, come on. Who wouldn't love a cake covered in chocolate candy?
Alayna got a phone call from Granny just after we finished decorating the cake. You get brownie points for understanding anything she says. You might also have a future career in interpreting.
I'm pretty sure my mom was simply "uh huh"ing the whole time with no clue as to what the heck she was saying.
Dinner was a quick event, faster than I think I've ever seen before, as the kid's only thought was for dessert.
Ahhhh yea baby! Bring on the candles and the song!
Aaaaaannnnddddd..... the camera card ran out of space right at the worst moment possible. Blast it all.
And now, for my true crowning motherhood moment. And yes, I am going to boast and show off and act like a snob.
For the first time EVER in my parenting history, I did NOT use Christmas wrapping paper or plastic sacks to wrap the birthday child's gifts in.
I mean, I used REAL non-Christmas wrapping paper!!
Go ahead. Just call me an over-achiever.
I can handle it.