Before you have an aneurysm wondering where the time went, I must tell you that my Christmas baby won't be three for another few weeks. We had her party early for obvious reasons. We did what we always do for birthdays. We invited everyone she loves to our house and ate food while the kids played.
The most stressful part of a party is the before party clean-up. My husband did most of that (yes, and you can't have him), while I prepared a cheese plate, a fruit plate, a veggie and dip plate, and spaghetti casserole. The kids helped me bake a cake. Jadzia asked for strawberry so I added strawberry jam to my usual half-butter half-icing sugar icing. The result was so sweet I got a sugar rush just from licking the spoon (and I have a fairly high tolerance).
We didn't plan any activities beyond eating and opening presents, but everyone had a great time anyway (or pretended to). Jadzia's Babcia was there, and her Omi and Opa, her aunties, her uncles, her cousins, and her friends.
She got an obscene amount of gifts, and each one was carefully chosen by someone who has loved her since she was a baby. I know from experience that the present a child is excited about when they open it, is not always the same as the present that she plays with on a daily basis. She chose gifts in boxes over gifts in bags. She didn't really care what was in them.
Until her friends had left, of course.
Just before bedtime we drove to
that insanely decorated house on Spruce Street. The perfect end to a perfect day. (And to think, I still have leftover Brie).
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