So, no outfit post today. I had pictures, but wasn’t happy with them and so we’ll try again next week. Yesterday was Oliver’s third birthday and let me tell you, it was quite a whirlwind of ups and downs. We started the day with a birthday donut at the playground. Because neither of these boys ever eats donuts, it was quite a treat.
And then Oliver pooped his pants. Twice.
We returned home from the playground with a crying Milo (who was NOT ready to leave) and a frustrated Emil (who was NOT ready to leave) and a three-year-old stuffed into his little brother’s size 3 diaper who was, wait for it… NOT READY TO LEEEEEEEEAAAAAVE!!!
I don’t know how long it’s been since Oliver has had this kind of accident. So I was clearly unprepared. But you know. Life goes on.
Oliver dictated the day’s events which unsurprisingly consisted of a lot of play house playing, book-reading, rocket ship-building, and some alone time. Then our nanny Elisa came over and brought presents (!) for both boys. Seriously, guys. She’s the coolest. She brought gummy letters for Oliver and challenged him to spell out his name:
… He did it!
And Elisa took the big boys to the playground while Emil napped upstairs and Andrew made the cake while I made dinner. It was surprisingly peaceful and quiet as the two of us whooshed around each other in the kitchen, busy leaning over pots and mixers and dodging each other with hot cakes and dishes.
Then, the main event:
Rocket ship cake! (Alright, I decorated it)
But there was real smoke coming out of the back of that bad boy!
One for me… one for my lap… one for me…
The look on his face when he opened his much-desired Plan Toys tool belt (this one’s for you, Brendan! Thanks for playing along!)
Emil brought his baby to the party– go ahead, try to take that baby away from him and see what happens…
He’s going for the I’m-a-hipster-but-not-trying-too-hard look.
Another awesome gift from Grandma– two lanterns for the boys to light the inside or outside of their play house.
And the birthday blues? Well, Oliver certainly didn’t have them. Nope. Milo did. He was so so excited and jealous all at the same time. I honestly thought that having Milo’s birthday right around the corner (Sept. 4) would make all these other birthdays easier, but I think it’s actually harder for him. And despite being included (Elisa brought him a balloon-fueled race car AND gummy letters, plus he got to open his lantern present early), Milo still had a total meltdown after dinner. I think he was exhausted, but also is so used to being the center of attention. Such a hard lesson to learn, but such a necessary one. How do you handle sibling jealousy around birthday times? I remember being insanely jealous of my brother and sister around b-day time when I was a kid!