Eva is 3!

Let’s continue moving back in time and talk about my baby having a birthday on October 27th.  She turned 3 and I am in denial.

I’m also in denial that the dryer isn’t the reason my jeans are tight on my rump.

Eva makes my life happier.  We love her so much that we wanted to make her birthday extraordinarily special.  We started by buying her an extraordinary gift; a 2-wheeled bike. 

We disregarded the “some assembly required” notation on the box and gave it to her in pieces instead.  Eva loved playing with the handlebars and rolling the tires down the street.    

 

In case she whacks her noggin while swinging one of the training wheels over her head, we also bought her a bike helmet.  We’re responsible like that.

My parents gave her a baby doll which she now sleeps with every night.  I’ve overheard Eva talking to the baby and it is ridiculously cute.  She says, “Shhh…calm down, baby.  Please don’t fuss.”  I’ve also heard Eva say, “My baby is so thirsty,” and then she sticks a bottle in its mouth. 

Incidentally the baby doll has made it so I can't get rid of the baby swing in Eva’s room.  I’ve been meaning to put it away for months since Eva loves to swing in it even though she’s too big.  She swings so wildly that she hits the wall with the back of the seat and now there’s a big spot where the paint has been scuffed.  I finally had enough and told Eva she couldn’t sit in the swing anymore because it’s for babies and I’m going to put it in the garage because she’s too big for it.

She instantly grabbed her baby doll and put it in the swing and said, “It’s for my baby.”  I’ve been bested by a child.

Anyway, back to the birthday.  Eva also received books from Aunt Christina and a stuffed hippo and books from Grandma Lisa.  She was thrilled, of course.

Carrying on with the extraordinary birthday theme, we went bowling and had a piñata.  We did all of these birthday shenanigans while in Coeur d’Alene.  Bowling was kind of a bust.  First, half of our party ended up not bowling for various reasons.  That was a bummer.  Then my sister was accosted for bringing her water bottle in the bowling alley because, you know, it could be vodka.  Then Eva bowled 2 frames and disappeared to the arcade for an hour.  Then I lost my mojo and only scored in the 80’s.  Then every picture Myke took turned out blurry.  It did not feel extraordinary.

But Eva had fun so that part was good.

The piñata was made of titanium and was impervious to the beatings.  It was as though we were tapping on it with a soup spoon.  Probably because we were.

 

When we did finally bust the thing open, I filled my pockets with candy and spent the day shoving fistfuls into my mouth.  I was like Cookie Monster with crumbs flying and everything.  Num, num, num, num, num.

I refuse to cry about my baby turning 3 so I will pout instead.

Happy birthday, Eva.  We love you!