Although you are probably still a little too young to really know that you have friends, they came over today and celebrated your 3rd birthday with you. It was ALL about you and your friends... no extra adults hanging around taking Mommy and Daddy away from you. Just you, a few friends, games, pizza, cake and ice cream... simple and sweet.
I'm not sure what you'll remember from the party, but forever etched in my mind is the birthday cake. The story is this... Mommy was exhausted from going non-stop since early November with birthdays, Thanksgiving then all the prep for Christmas and Christmas itself that I kinda slacked on really planning a big party for you. Daddy was on me the whole time... "You did so much for Priya, what about Sanjay?"... but I knew that you would appreciate just having a party, nothing grand would be necessary. While at Sam's Club a few days ago I saw some cakes and had you pick one out... you loved the football cake. Done... that was easy, but we walked out of there without asking them to write a birthday message on it for you. Oops.
When I got home, Daddy was clearly disappointed. Not only had I not properly planned a party for you, but then I bring home a generic cake... I can still hear him saying... "but it's so plain, it doesn't even say happy birthday". I'd seen my Mom do it a lot when I was growing up; decorating a cake isn't too difficult. So, I bought some decorating icing at the grocery, but this is the kind that squirts out like Reddi-whip not the kind in a bag like my Mom used back in the day. I'm thinking it'll be difficult holding that can at a 45 degree angle while writing a message, but little did I know it would be impossible! The nozzle on this icing is MUCH harder to push than that of whipped cream. In my frustrated state, Daddy came running out to the kitchen to offer assistance. The whole time he's writing the message he's saying... "See, you can make it out, it's not too bad". I'll let the reader of this blog be the judge of that...
