Full caps TWO. Our baby is officially a toddler!
What a ride it has been. The Cute is our first child and it was (is) quite an intimidating experience – at least for me. I wish I could go back on the night she was born and do all the things I learnt in these two years but sadly, the first child always gets the short stick. No matter how theoretically prepared a parent is, nothing beats hands on experience.
Enough with the digression. Last weekend we held a party to celebrate that we succeeded on keeping our baby alive for two whole years (<- tongue in cheek) – a feat for any new parent. I am glad to share that this year’s party was a success. And yet, it was no Hollywood production and there weren’t any inflatable castles or champagne cataracts. But it had tons of love, laugh and above all, great company.
We enjoyed a sunny summer day with the ideal cool breeze. Decorations wise, we had a total of 3 balloons and an enormous “Happy Birthday” poster. More than enough, really. What matters are the – seemingly – little things: The Cute could interact a lot more, I made sure not to starve the guests (like I did on her first birthday) and everybody seemed to be in a great mood.
The hours flew by without any effort to get the party going. Discussions were going right and left, the younger population had a room (with toys and books and a couch) of their own and even the weather was perfect. Eventually the younger population went outside, playing with balls, laying on the grass and pushing The Cute on her new trike (thanks Willie!).
We tried to steal some cake:
I think three things helped a lot:
1. this year I had no tv on. I had it on last year, to create – theoretically – a pleasant filling noise in the background. It proved to be a major distraction. This year, that no tv was on, there were unobstructed discussions everywhere, from big circles with everybody participating to smaller groups of 2-3. There was interaction at all times and nobody was left accidentally on their own. It was a true party.
2. even though it was just a cake and ice cream party, I made sure we have several salty appetizers. Sugar can crash blood pressure and if people are hungry, cake makes things only worse.
3. everybody seemed to naturally be in a great mood. I had no doing in this but I enjoyed it thoroughly.
Every single gift was a success, from painting supplies, to the tunnel, to truck, to activity tables and clothes and books and puzzles. We had more laughs when The Cute found a string (from one of the wraps) so interesting, she ignored all the other toys and went around showing her string and playing with it.
We were all over the trike (mommy’s genes those):
But the next day we were all about the balloons and the books:
Special thanks to the deserving younger population:
To aunt Amanda for being a great young aunt.
To aunt Emma for being another fantastic young aunt (and tidying the playroom before she left; thank you girl!)
To uncle Willie for relentlessly pushing The Cute around on her new trike. That was no easy task for a 9 year old, especially on the grass!
The Greek part of the family had sent gifts ahead of time and all called to wish happy birthday. They are anxiously waiting for us to fly over and get more parties going. 🙂
I can’t fully express how important it is to me, that the family was there. They lavished The Cute with gifts, hugs and smiles, but most importantly for me, they showered The Cute with love.
There was so much love, I believe you could touch it.
Many happy and healthy returns our baby girl.
We love you.