John John turned three today and he was pretty excited.
Partly because he's obviously a big boy now, but mostly because there was a Rescue Bot explosion in our house. And what three year old doesn't enjoy an explosion of his favorite plastic monstrosity? I kid, I kid. Kind of ;)
Chris stayed home for breakfast and we gave John his gifts in the morning so he would have all day to play with them. I spent the last couple of weeks crafting him a cardboard Rescue Bots fire station and making peg dolls of all the human characters. They were a pretty big hit. And since he's the reigning 'cutest grandchild/nephew in the history of grandchildren/nephews' the actual Rescue Bots also came pouring in. Because that's what he needs. More Rescue Bots. No one can resist his adorable smile and sweet requests for just one more bot.
Well I can, but I'm his hard-hearted mother so I suppose I don't count.
After all the presents were unwrapped and daddy was sent off to work, we had some of John's friends over for two separate playdates that involved lots of Rescue Bots and also chocolate chip cookies. Once Chris came home again we had the obligatory cake and special birthday dinner. John requested fish sticks and a chocolate cake with blue sprinkles and a Rescue Bot on top. Fancy.
The icing was not my best work. Note to self: don't attempt to make complicated icing while simultaneously monitoring multiple three year olds fighting over who gets to land which Rescue Bot where. John didn't notice. A frosting connoisseur he is not.
He had major second thoughts after he decided this was the bot he wanted to put on his cake but I wouldn't let him switch and frosting-ify more toys. He got over it. And licked his treasure clean once it was reclaimed.
Happy Birthday little man! You are the sweetest, cutest, best hug giver in the family--and don't you know it :) Roll to the rescue honey. Roll to the rescue.