Despite my intentions to bottle her up and keep her little forever, my daughter turned three this past week. Three! Two parties (one for immediate family on the exact day, and one for her little friends on the weekend) mean I'd like to go back to bed now, but at least I feel like I did right by my favourite girl. Now where's that Mom of the Year award?
My sister took Lucy to the Disney Store to outfit her with an Ariel princess dress, just for the occasion. Needless to say she wanted to sleep in it and wear it every day since she got it.
|Father of the Year|
A man who would dress up in an King Triton costume on a 30 degree day is worth his weight in clams.(Special thanks to my friend Marla for lending us the Triton costume and the Ariel wig.)
|Just Call Me Martha|
I am not a baker, but these fairly easy Devil's Food Cake Cupcakes turned out way better (less sugary by a mile — and I even used store-bought icing) than the expensive Ariel cake we bought at the grocery store. I was able to get the toppers at the Bulk Barn, as well as a Wilton Icing Colours kit that will last forever (read: worth the cost) and ensure my frosting is just the right shade every time.
Ariel's, erm, Lucy's 5.5-year-old brother was a real gem. He let his sister have her special day without jockeying for attention (not sure she'd do the same) and took it upon himself to ensure the other little kids were having fun. While I wallow in mama-guilt on the regular, when I see these two together, I know I've done something right along the way.
|The Girl with the Most Cake|
While the guests burned off the sugar in "Ariel's Grotto" (a.k.a. a play tent with fish decals stuck to the ceiling), the guest of honour flitted about eating goldfish crackers (and more than her fair share of icing) and giggling up a storm. The "Tanks for my pawty mama," I got at bedtime was worth all the exhaustion.