We had Ace's birthday party on May 30th this year, 3 years to the day after I went to the hospital when my water broke when SOMEBODY decided he'd come early. In past years, Ace's birthday has been kinda sad for me because of all the bad memories associated with the date. It's not an easy thing to deliver a child prematurely.
My little 3-pound weakling.
I'm glad to say that this year, there were no sad feelings. I guess they've subsided, making way for only happy feelings to surround his birthday. The trauma remains, but it's quite minor.
So we got this huge water slide for the party. Ace LOVES slides, and he LOVES swimming, so I thought this would just make his doggone day.
He went down once...
He went down twice...
He seemed to enjoy it...
But then he completely outright refused to go down the slide anymore. That's okay, though... there were a TON of kids there, and I have like 20 pictures of various kids with their legs all in the air coming down the slide. Pretty cute stuff.
There was cake. Galen wanted cake.
Ace liked his cake.
Ace liked a LOT of his cake. He got 3 pieces and kept asking for more. I cut him off when he started twitching though, since I'm a mean mommy.
My Meme knows how to party, son. Y'all already know she's gangsta.
We asked for donations to Ace's school in lieu of gifts because a) the school needs money, b) Ace NEVER EVER EVER plays with the toys he has and 3) I didn't want to clean up around more toys. We wound up raising $400! Still, some nice people thought Ace needed some presents, and I'm glad they did, because as soon as he saw the birthday party decorations, he started asking for presents.
My mom quickly became enamored with Guitar Hero. I knew she'd like it. And yes, she's got a fire truck tattoo on her neck. That's a dedicated grandmother. My big sister is giggling in the background, cuz she knows how to get down on Guitar Hero too. I can't wait to dominate the world with these two on Rock Band.
The next day, I decided to put on my party hat and shave the boy's head. He wasn't too happy about it at first, but he got used to it.
Then the actual day of his birthday came. He got some schwag from his great-grandmother and from his teacher, and was feeling pretty confident about it.
He got himself some ice cream.
Got himself a tricycle. As soon as he climbed on, he said "A MOTORCYCLE!"
I can't believe my baby is three years old.
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