Slappy’s Third Birthday
Slappy turned 3 on Tuesday, but we had her party today. Princess theme. Taking care not to stress out about something that’s supposed to be fun, Angela and I made the cake, which I think Slappy liked. Mostly, though, she just wanted to stick her fingers in it. It turned out pretty well, I think. And anyone who had a piece can expect to holler New York in three to five days.
It only took me ten minutes to put together her Princess scooter — which Slappy keeps stroking affectionately, saying “I love my bike, my beautiful bike.” — but it took me about a half hour to figure out how to make her helmet fit. Which is really pretty funny, since she never got her scooter up past half-walking speed. If we’re worried about her falling down, shouldn’t we be consistent and make her wear a helmet around the house?
Anyway, Happy Birthday, Slappy! You’re my Princess!
