My kid is obsessed with birthdays.
For the first couple of years of her life, it was easy to convince myself that my philosophy of no shindigs wasn't bothering her one bit. She had no idea what she was missing.
But now? Ugh. She totally knows.
She loved her party last year and, personally, I think that should count for at least two celebrations, if not more.
Kid parties are just. not. my. thing.
Starting a couple of weeks ago though...the onslaught began.
First, there was a party at her school.
Then, she wore a birthday hat around the house for several days.
Next, we turned the TV on and they were celebrating a birthday on Yo Gabba Gabba. It just wouldn't stop!
She's forever saying/signing "happy birthday" and "presents" and "candle" and "party" and "cake" and "dance" and singing the song that goes along with it all.
Then, we went to a party on Saturday. She was so excited and enjoyed herself immensely.
And now I feel like I'm starting to cave.
We've got just under a month until my baby girl turns four.
[insert every baby-to-kid cliché here]
Crap. I think I'm gonna have to come up with something.
Something small. Something small. Something small.
It better be something small.