Oliver has been talking about his birthday for weeks. Since there were “5 more garbage days until my birf-day.” And, since we would have family in town and I wanted to make it special for him, I tried to get his input on what he wanted for his special day. These discussions usually went something like this:
Me: “Oliver, what do you want for your birthday?”
Me: “What kind of cake?”
Oliver: “The kind with frosting ALL over it. And sprinkles.”
Me: “Well, what do you want for dinner on your birthday? Pizza or macaroni and cheese?”
Oliver: “Um, no thanks. I just want cake.”
Me: “Ok, well, what kind of presents do you want for your birthday?
Me: “Yes, I know you want cake, but what ELSE do you want for your birthday?”
Me: “What else?”
Me: “What else?”
Ok. Cake. Got it. 🙂
Then, last week I was in the grocery store and handed Oliver (who was sitting in the back of the cart) a pack of dark blue dessert plates (since dark blue is his favorite)…
Oliver: “What is this?”
Me: “They’re plates. For your birthday.”
At which point the tears started rolling down his cheeks as he stares at the plates and wails… “I don’t want plates for my birthday! I want cake!”
….After explaining that we needed the plates to put the cake ON (and trying not to laugh like the lady in the aisle next to us), we went to the baking aisle, where he saw box after box of cake mixes.
“Those, mommy! You need those to make my cake!”
I told him that I didn’t, that mommy made his cake a different way, with all different ingredients. After asking me if each one was for his cake, he went down the aisle shouting to everyone around us:
“That’s flour. It’s for my cake.”
“Sugar is for my cake. Mmmmhmmm.”
“See that cocoa? It’s for my cake!”
Haha, he DID tell me at one point that he wanted a train, but he already has a little train set that doesn’t get played with all that much anyway, so Sam and I talked about it and decided that rather than another toy, we’d go for a train RIDE. I had done some looking and had found the Lebanon, Mason & Monroe Railroad, which is basically a very old train near us that does slow scenic, 1-hour train rides. Perfect. 🙂
That morning, after a breakfast of blueberry pancakes, we let Oliver open his first gift – a Thomas the Train shirt for him to wear for the train ride. Then we piled in the minivan (Grandma & Grandpa and Aunt Beki too) and headed off for a birthday train-riding-adventure. Clara and I had colds that day, which you can totally tell in the pictures, but it was still a fun morning.
Before the train ride
Inspecting his ticket after the conductor punched it
Here we go!
Checking out the open air car with Grandpa
Beki agreed to take our picture, and then instructed us to give each other a “smooch” – at which point Clara leaned over the seat in front of us wanting a kiss too. 🙂
Gosh, she’s stunning
Clara trying on Grandma’s gloves, and then waving them around as she talked
Back at the station
And then home for naps…and, you guessed it, CAKE!
I think this qualifies as one with “frosting all over it.”
Skyping with Grandpa John, Aunt Earon and cousin Kelvin
I love his feet in the air…
With the musical card from Grandma and Grandpa Silver – which Clara ran right over to see (notice the tip-toes)
How does it DO that?
At which point Clara took off with Oliver’s card and danced around the room with it for the rest of the party
haha…mom’s going to kill me for this one
We had such a fun day celebrating this little boy. What a treasure he is. 🙂