I mentioned that Ace had a birthday "weekend". He's baby steppin' his way into his Dad's long upheld tradition of celebrating a "birthday week", you know.
Anyway, it started with a date with Grandma Janice and Grandpa Bob. They took him out to Tales for Tots and then for lunch and... well, by the time they were finished with that little man, he was plum tuckered out. Happy and Tired is a winning combination, you know.
Next up, we headed south to my parents' house. The whole visit was serendipitous since Ryno and I had hired painters to cure our ailing walls (I wonder why they were so scratched and dented?) And once they started taping, we starting realizing that our three little loves + painters, paint, tape, plastic = Baaaadddddd. So off we went to stay with Grandma. Who took it upon herself to host a little impromptu bowling party for the soon-to-be three year old.
{Sadly they did not have stellar bowling shoes to fit the birthday boy. Insert: I almost walked right out. I mean come on -- tiny bowling shoes are almost my favorite part of bowling!}
But we stayed. And thank goodness because they were naturals. And they found this tasmanian devil ball in a red hot minute. They have a sixth sense like that.
The birthday boy brought his game face. {I die} And they all really got into it. Ace totally celebrated and clapped like a lunatic every time a pin fell down.
Side bonus: Dax got his daily weightlifting in.
When we finally made it back home and the paint had literally dried... we took the boys to a Japanese grill for dinner. We knew they would love it and we were kind of looking for a reason to watch them enjoy the show... Ace's birthday fit the bill.
Can you say... Captivated?
And the grand finale? Brace yourselves for my Martha Steward moment of the decade...
Ace's much requested/talked about/dreamed of alligator cake complete with dollar store alligator head gear. There are moments in motherhood when you feel like you actually exceeded their expectations. This was one of them. Worth every single second of effort, right there.
May all the wishes of this little blue-eyed, kissy-cheeked, long-lashed THREE-YEAR-OLD boy of ours come true... forever and ever!
Amen.
Now let's eat. :)
1 comment:
Holly canolli Martha! That alligator cake is amazeballs! You nailed that birthday for sure. (And, wow, I hear you on the walls...it is like a herd of monkeys swinging golf clubs ran through here).
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