my sweet baby bird turned three years old yesterday. i guess that makes her not a baby anymore. per tradition, we snuck into her room while she was asleep the night before and filled it with balloons and set out her gifts. it's an exciting way to wake up. she had only a couple of birthday requests. a colorful bunny that she saw recently on a trip to barnes and nobel and an angry birds balloon. she was so excited to see them both upon waking. we also got her a wooden dollhouse, toy washing machine and some calico critters just like sissy's.
we had a big breakfast and made extra bacon because it's "her favorite."
we had a few close friends over for dinner and to celebrate with her. we had fig and peach sliders with garlic aioli, red onion marmalade and arugula, farro salad and roasted asparagus. and of course a strawberry and vanilla cake at birdie's request. it was the perfect day.
birdie, you are my sunshine. you keep me on my toes, frazzle my nerves and also melt my heart. you are smart and funny and beautiful. you are truly one of a kind! i love you little bird.
you say the darndest things...
"take my prizes (birthday presents) out of my room. my birthday is over now."
"mama, yer unnerwears not awesome."
"i wanna trip a squirrel."
"guess what guys? my collection is bunniiiiiiies."
"her name is ham. dis is a girl, not a lady." (referring to her new doll.)
"i don't like chocolate. it's not my favorite."
"la-la-laaaaa" (her deer call.)
"mama, you pumping? oooh i love to watch you pumping baby sailor he's milk."
"i can't know this." (i don't know.)
"mama, i ate all my dinner. my butt is cute."
"look mama, i picked some leafs fer the deers. go get me some salt."
"mama guess what? my hair is soft."
"papas a baby and mamas a baby and baby sailors a GIRL!" (insults with arms crossed)
"mama, you getting fustated?"
"sissy is a little cranky."
"i want to see the hynoonahs." (hyenas)
"that's my favorite." (about everything)
"i'm going a fix da car all myself. i'm going a push all da buttons and papa's going a love it."
"ewe mama, dares all this coyote poop." (mud.)
"that's a squibp." (pointing to a baby octopus.)
"dis is gonna be super funny guys."
"no baby sailor, don't spit your pants." (after i said "welp, baby sailor just shit his pants." to aubrey.)
"look it's a coshion." (pointing to a fountain.)
"chicken nugget and midnight. they wan to come in our house and live wif me in my crib." (neighbor cats.)
"i'm gonna shoot that cute little squirrel on my porch."