MacKenzy's 3rd birthday is in exactly a month, and it's been a work in progress. We've attempted to use her party as a means to get her to sleep in her own room...it works for Dad, not so much for Mommy. Some nights she'd be willing to give up all of her toys just to sleep in Mommy's bed (apparently Daddy sleeps in Mommy's bed).
The party theme is supposed to be Clifford the Big Red Dog, but I'm coming to find we're behind the times a bit. I'm having a tough time finding party supplies...but no fear, I'm sure I'll find something that will suit her needs. Daddy has promised, if the weather permits, to rent a jumping thingy (do they have a name?). So hopefully we have a nice day (unlike last year) and we can just have a nice afternoon in the backyard.
Just this morning we were discussing her birthday on the way to daycare. I said that she was going to be three and she replied, “No. Two THEN three!” I tried to explain that she is two now, but on her birthday she’ll be three. She made me laugh by saying, “No! I don’t wanna be three, I’m two!” Smart girl.
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