Remember when that ended with shouting "Brooklyn!"?
Now it ends with "Strawberry Tractor Cake".
The short one turned 3 on Wednesday. We had presents (of course) and a small cake for just the three of us on THE DAY.
The REAL party is Saturday.
The tradition is a lovely party with Z's godmothers - the illustrious (how DO you pluralize that word?) Miss Julie and Anna Nanna.
They've requested (as Z frequently does) blueberry pancakes. My specialty :-)
Can't believe how quickly these three years have passed or that we'll do this a meager 10 more times and suddenly he'll be 30. Heart-breaking and -warming at the same time.
Here's my goal - live in the moment.
Our current moment involves the ever patient Hammie who loves Z even as he's being decorated with stickers.
Makes him a less intimidating stalker of small woodland creatures.
Mice are lulled into a false sense of security by the piglet sticker and then WHAM!
Reminds me a little of Roberto Begnini's character in "Down By Law" demonstrating his Mothers approach with the rabbits.