The Third Birthday Celebrations

I used to scrapbook; I did.  But then I never seemed to be able to keep my scrapbook up-to-date, as evidenced by the fact that I was working on the pictures of the boy first learning to crawl, when he was already in kindergarten.

That’s about the time my OCD started to tremble and cry, because LOOK HOW FAR BEHIND I AM!  When you suffer from the compulsive tendency to want your scrapbooks up-to-the-moment and you’re six years behind, you end up living in a cabin in the woods, all alone, where you sit in a rocking chair and talk to imaginary woodland creatures.

So I quit scrapbooking, because I didn’t want to become one of those people whose imaginary friend is a raccoon named Randall.  Plus, mountain cabins are usually too far away from a Starbucks to make me comfortable, and there tend to be a lot of ticks and mosquitoes in nature.

Then, sometime in the boy’s 3rd grade year of school, I started this blog.  I figured I’d give it up after a few weeks, because that’s my track record.  I’ve given up scrapbooking and laundry and membership in the Rick Springfield Fan Club, so what kind of willpower did I have to keep a blog going?

No one has been more surprised than I am that things are still happening over here at Jedi Mama, Incorporated, and usually things are fairly well caught up.

Cue Thing 2’s third birthday.

Somehow, I’ve managed to fall almost two weeks behind there.  I’m afraid I’m just a short country drive away from a dinner party of roasted hot dogs with an invisible family of chipmunks, so I’d better say some words like CHOP CHOP and get after it.

Nearly TWO ENTIRE WEEKS AGO, our baby turned three.

He got up early (because OF COURSE HE DID), and we had a whole lot of green-and-yellow presents.  Thing 2’s motto is NOTHING SAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY AS WELL AS A JOHN DEERE DOES.

IMG_1836 IMG_1844 IMG_1848 IMG_1851 IMG_1860Thing 2 was really hoping that a combine harvester was going to turn up on the morning of his birthday, and he wasn’t disappointed.

IMG_1876 IMG_1879And then Mam and Pa gave him an “arm clock,” which made him very happy, too.

(The phrase “arm clock” is permanently in my vocabulary now.  I may never refer to a Timex as a watch again.)

IMG_1884The birthday boy wanted to party at the giant indoor playland, so we met little Cousin H and our four-year-old friend, Addy, there.

IMG_1925Later that night, Grammy and Papa showed up at our house, bearing more green-and-yellow presents and THE KING OF ALL BIRTHDAY CAKES.

IMG_1932 IMG_1940 IMG_1944 IMG_1949 IMG_1951 IMG_1928 IMG_1965 IMG_1967Teenage boys are very difficult to capture with your camera, unless you happen to find one distracted enough by his phone, that he doesn’t realize someone is busy snapping his picture.

IMG_1945A couple of days later, over the weekend, we had a big birthday party for Thing 2 at our church.  We invited all of his little buddies for pizza and cake and scooter rides, because nothing says CARPET BURN more than racing scooters through the church hallways does.

DISCLAIMER:  I am not a professional photographer, and the church is full of fluorescent lights.  This is not a good combination, if anyone is hoping for high quality photographs.  Plus, scooters in motion are very difficult to capture without a huge blur factor.  I’m just going on record and stating that these pictures are all very yellow… very blurry… and full of red eyeballs.

IMG_1997 IMG_1999 IMG_2005 IMG_2014 IMG_2012 IMG_2007 IMG_2009 IMG_2011 IMG_2010 IMG_2015 IMG_2008 IMG_2020 IMG_2019 IMG_2017 IMG_2016 IMG_2018 IMG_2004 IMG_2032 IMG_2036 IMG_2030 IMG_2027I had to snap Thing 2’s picture while our friend Paul prayed for our pizza dinner.  He was entirely too cute, standing there in prayer…

IMG_2021Hubs and I fed everyone cheap pizzas that evening, and I’m fairly certain we sent everyone home with a party favor of severe heartburn.

I should have included a bowl of Tums on the buffet table.

IMG_2022 IMG_2025 IMG_2028 IMG_2029 IMG_2031 IMG_2033 IMG_2041 IMG_2043 IMG_2042 IMG_2050 IMG_2052 IMG_2051 IMG_2048 IMG_2055 IMG_2082 IMG_2060 IMG_2062 IMG_2064 IMG_2066 IMG_2069 IMG_2076 IMG_2073 IMG_2077 IMG_2078 IMG_2083Of course there were presents.

Thing 2 can open gifts like a boss.

IMG_2084 IMG_2085 IMG_2087 IMG_2088 IMG_2091 IMG_2094 IMG_2095 IMG_2097 IMG_2149And then we had a construction-themed cake, because heavy machinery is one of Thing 2’s love languages.

His entire morning that Saturday had been spent asking IF IT WAS TIME TO EAT THE CAKE AND GET THE FRONT-END LOADER OFF OF IT.

IMG_2001My friend, Jill, took a few of these snapshots of us singing Happy Birthday to Thing 2.  She and her camera were positioned at a far better angle than I was, and Jill’s photography skills put mine to shame.

11046113_793182017404003_1288146730_o IMG_2111 IMG_2112 IMG_2113 IMG_2114 IMG_2116 IMG_2120 IMG_2125 IMG_2126 IMG_2128 IMG_2133 IMG_2134 IMG_2139 IMG_2141 IMG_2148 IMG_2157 IMG_2165 IMG_2152After everyone had a rug burn or sixteen on their knees and ankles from the scooter races… and after everyone was full of cheap pizza and cake… and after all of the wrapping paper had been picked up… and after we’d hugged everyone’s necks and said our good-byes…

… Thing 2 offered to help clean up the big youth room at our church.

IMG_2175 IMG_2177 IMG_2183And THAT, people, was how we pulled off a couple of celebrations to usher our little man into his third year.

Happy Tuesday.

1 thought on “The Third Birthday Celebrations

  1. Stunning! What a delight to read and scan through the um-teen adorable pictures. That three year thing 2 could not be cuter!!!! Your sister has got to love you for the way you get shots of her daughter. I am so impressed that you can pull off two full blown parties in one week.

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