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A Bouncing Birthday

Having a child whose birthday is in November makes birthday party planning difficult. You never know what the weather will be like so you end up having a party indoors somewhere since you have to book a place relatively early.

That’s how it was this year with Lucy’s party. The weather on the day of her party was fairly nice, and I told Joe we totally could have gotten away with a park party. But, we booked a party at a local bouncy place, and I am SO GLAD we did. I didn’t have to do ANYTHING except show up with the cakes and party favors.

We had a little over an hour in the bouncy rooms. There were two parties going on at the time, and we split the time between the two rooms so our party was completely private the whole time. I loved it. What I also loved was that adults could bounce too. EVERYONE had a blast. Even Lucy’s grandparents were bouncing and sliding!
















Lucy’s party happened to be on my Dad’s birthday, so we had a cake for him, too! He was a good sport and let us get him a Diego cake to go along with Lucy’s Dora theme.





Lucy had a pretty fantastic party. One of her friends said it was the best party in the world! I don’t know HOW I’ll top that next year!

Lucy’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Birthday

My sweet girl turned 3 yesterday (seriously, WHERE does the time go??), and we had an awesome day planned. After she played for a while in the Power Wheel we got her, we were going to grab donuts for breakfast (our tradition), and head up to Dalton to watch trains and let her take pictures with her new camera.

After Lucy went to bed on Tuesday night, we set to work wrapping presents and putting her car together. I set up a pretty nice display with which to surprise her the next morning and headed to bed.

Around midnight, Joe woke me screaming that Lucy was having trouble breathing. He gave her to me and called 911. Apparently, she had been pointing at her mouth and nodded when Joe asked if she had swallowed something though, of course, we had no idea what it might have been. We were scared to death. I seriously have never been that scared in my entire life.

Lucy calmed down a bit when she saw her gifts, so we rushed her to the car and sped to the hospital. When we got there, they didn’t seem to think there was anything seriously wrong with her (um, HELLO, my daughter said she swallowed something and was still having some trouble breathing), and we ended up waiting for more than an hour in the waiting room. Once we were taken back, we waited another 30 minutes or so for her nurse to come in. Joe had to actually go out twice to ask if our daughter was going to be seen.

When the nurse walked in, she saw Lucy walking around and said, “Oh, she’s fine.” Let me tell you, this momma was LIVID. She listened to Lucy’s heart and lungs, and then left. I was pretty P.O.’d by then and told Joe in no uncertain terms that we were never going to our local hospital again. We’ve never had a good experience there, and this just sealed the deal.

So, we waited. And, we waited. And, we waited. I went out and asked WHEN the doctor was going to come in and was told that Lucy was on the list to be seen. Obviously. However, a time frame would be awesome.

We waited another 20 minutes, and when Joe went back out to the desk, he was told it would be another 30-60 minutes before Lucy would be seen. So, we decided to leave and go to one of the hospitals in Rome.

Once we arrived, the girl at the front desk took one look at Lucy and called back, telling them there was a croupy child they needed to come get. Now, I know there wasn’t anyone else waiting, but I was impressed with their staff from the get-go.

When we got to our room, we had three nurses taking care of Lucy, and the doctor came in about 10 minutes later. She had an xray taken (and, apparently, Lucy had to be strapped to a chair with her arms held up because she wouldn’t stand still — definitely nothing that would hurt her but she was pretty traumatized by it) and diagnosed Lucy with croup. She gave her a steroid shot (traumatizing event No. 2) and a prescription for an antibiotic, and sent us on our way.

We got home around 6 a.m. and, after we let Lucy sit in her car and open her presents, we crashed for a few hours.

When we woke up, we tried to salvage Lucy’s day and took her to breakfast at Waffle House (her request). Afterward, we ran a few errands (and picked up a new toy for her) and then came home to nap. Then, we took her to Chili’s for dinner where the staff sang to her and gave her a brownie sundae. She was thrilled!

So, I think we made up for how her birthday began. We ended up having a really nice day celebrating our little girl.

The Rocking Chair

Last night, I rocked my daughter.

That may not sound like a big deal, but in our house, it is. You see, ever since Lucy was a baby, it was her Daddy who rocked her. I was lucky in that every time she woke up (which was usually once a night), Joe would get up with her and let me sleep. I was grateful because, unlike other new mothers, I was well-rested. But, as Lucy grew older, I realized it had its drawbacks.

At bedtime, it’s Daddy who Lucy wants to rub her back or to rock her. She never wants Mommy and, if I even dare to try to take Daddy’s place, she cries for him. When she wakes up at night or in the morning, it’s Daddy she calls for.

So, every night for the last  three years, it’s been Joe who has rocked our daughter before bed.

Until last night. Sure, it took some coaxing from Daddy who was required to sit on the floor by Lucy’s bed. But it’s OK. Because last night I rocked my daughter.

Lucy, Lucy, Lucy the Explorer!

You guys. My princess is turning 3 in NINE DAYS.

I KNOW. Seriously. How did we get to THREE already? Wasn’t it just yesterday that she was born??

Since Lucy’s birthday typically falls around Thanksgiving (this year it’s the day before), we normally have her party the weekend before the holiday. This year, we’re partying next Sunday at a local bouncy place. To say that Lucy is psyched would be an understatement. For the last couple of weeks, she’s come up to us and said, “I gotta get ready for my party. I gotta go to my party.”

Lucy’s been really into Dora and Diego, so she adamantly said she wanted a Dora party. Joe has made her invites for the last two years, but this year we’ve all been so busy that I found her invites on Etsy and FELL IN LOVE. I mean, how super cute are these??

Since we’re having the party at a bouncy place, there’s not much for us to do. We’ll probably take some simple decorations, but we’re not really going overboard. This year, I want to just take it easy and enjoy the party, which I was trying to do (despite the fact that  I am completely Type A and am relying on the party pros to make Lucy’s day awesome).

Until yesterday. When the person I booked to make Lucy’s cake backed out on me. I am not even joking. She sent me a Facebook message and said that they decided to go out of town. “Sorry! Hope you can find someone else to make the cake!”

I kid you not. That is what she said. SEVEN DAYS out from the party. And, of course, I found this out as I was walking in to get a mani/pedi, so spending an hour or so relaxing was kind of hard to do. The cake is a really important part of the party to me, so this was just devastating.

But, we did what we always do, and we found another person to make her cake, who happens to be Lucy’s babysitter’s daughter. She makes cute cakes, and she said it was no problem to make the cake we’re looking at. Want to see the cake I got my inspiration from? Of course, you do!

Instead of the cardboard characters, though, we’ll have toys that I found on eBay. And, since Lucy’s party is on my Dad’s birthday, we’re going to have a cake for him, too. Can you guess the theme? DIEGO! It’s going to be super cute, and Lucy is really excited.

I love planning Lucy’s birthday parties, and even though we won’t be doing as much decoration-wise as we have in the past, I’m still excited because her party is going to be awesome. It’s everything she loves and is going to make her ridiculously happy. And, that, is what’s most important.

You Know you Burn the Waffles too Much When….

….your 2-year-old inspects hers very carefully before exclaiming, “You didn’t burn it! Daddy, Mommy didn’t burn my waffle!”