We had Bailey's 3rd birthday at my mom's house last week, and I think she enjoyed herself quite a bit. She had been talking about it all week. Every time we were getting ready to go somewhere, she would say, "We going to my birthday?'' Finally her birthday came. I was at my mom's most of the day helping her get things ready. We put Bailey down for a nap upstairs and locked the door(she won't sleep unless we lock it. Don't think we're bad parents). I walked by the room about 15 minutes later, and heard her talking to herself. She said, "Oh no, honey. The door's broken. I'm going to miss my birthday party.'' After hearing that, I couldn't stand to let her stay in any longer. I didn't want her to think she was missing her whole party.
Her favorite part of her party was opening all of the presents. She got a ton of fun gifts. She couldn't contain her excitement. She kept saying, "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh."
She was a total pro at blowing out the candles.
When her party was over, she was exhausted. She dressed up in her princess dress, and layed down in her princess sleeping bag with her flashlight.
The next day, her and Hannah Johnson spent all afternoon being princesses.
2 days ago