Happy Birthday to Avery!
Friday, June 25, 2010
My baby girl turned three on Tuesday.
The third birthday is one of my favorites. It's the first birthday in which it all clicks. They finally understand that the cake, balloons, and frequent visits from the UPS truck are all for them, to celebrate how special they are. Three years old is also when the world seems to open up for them. They finally get to go to school, participate in activities independent of their parents, play with toys that have small parts, and due to burgeoning attention spans, are able to enjoy some of the finer things in life, like a full-length motion picture at the movie theater complete with popcorn and candy.
Three. It rocks.
Avery's birthday was full of excitement and a slew of firsts, including her first date.
Like most girls getting ready for a first date, she primped in front of the mirror making sure her piggy tails were perfectly symmetrical, went through several wardrobe changes, polished off her look with a dab of Hello Kitty lip balm, then greeted her beau only a very fashionable five minutes late. Then off to Build-A-Bear they went.
Meet Tippy (a.k.a. Tips, Tippers),the newest addition to Avery's snuggle buddy clan.Yes, the dog has purple flip flops.
Avery also started Vacation Bible School on her birthday. The age requirement is three years old, so we made it in just under the wire. She was so excited and felt like such a big girl. Wyatt was a little disappointed, however, that she had to be in the Green Turtle group. He wanted her to be with him along with the rest of the Red Rabbits. He's such a sweet brother.
And when you're three in our house, nail polish becomes an acceptable indulgence. That can of worms, my friends, has officially been opened.
Stay tuned for vibrant multi-color and glitter experiments.It's only a matter of time.Oy Vey!
Avery also had her first movie theater experience. As a family, we went to see Toy Story 3. I got a big bag of popcorn and a package of Junior Mints for all of us to share. Avery however wanted nothing to do with the sharing business. She was very territorial over the Avery-sized bag of popcorn. She would physically block and push away any hand that neared the bottomless pit of salty carbs. When Eric asked politely if he could have some, she replied, "Okay, Daddy. You can have one. But the rest is for me." And she said what she meant and she meant what she said (for all you Dr. Seuss fans out there).
Following a much needed little cat nap, it was time to break out the cake. It's probably no surprise what kind of cake she requested this year.
What is it about Dora that makes three-year-old little girls squeal in delight?
Given how hectic our lives are right now in preparation for our upcoming move, we elected not to have a big birthday bash this year. Rather, in typical Edgar family fashion, we just walked the neighborhood knocking on doors advertising free cake and ice cream. Voila! Instant birthday party. Those are the kind of neighbors we have, and we're going to miss them terribly.
My, how quickly the last three years have flown. Avery has been an absolute joy from the start, and she continues to bless us each and every day. And she is, and probably always will be, her brother's voice of reason. She has an ability to influence him in ways his parents cannot. I'm so anxious to see how their relationship unfolds throughout the years. I hope they stay as close as they are right now. That would be the ultimate reward.
Happy birthday my sweet girl!
• Posted by: Catrina
• Posted At: 8:53 AM
had this to say:
Three is my all time favorite age also. My mom and started a tradition with Riley and ragen taking then to build a bear on their third birthday. We already have called dibs in taking Hudson in February for her third birthday :) too funny. Can't wait to see you in just a few weeks!!!
- June 25, 2010 at 1:40 PM
Rachel had this to say:
I love, love, love that Eric is the one who took her to Build a Bear. How sweet.
I'm hoping Jack's 3rd birthday goes better than Spencer's.... He threw a giant fit and refused to take part in any of the festivities. At least until it was time for presents, of course.
- June 26, 2010 at 1:18 AM
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