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A DINO-RIFFIC BIRTHDAY PARTY

After deciding on a dinosaur Halloween costume, the young price quickly proclaimed also wanted a “dino pawty”. Done and done.

Getting it all done with a fussy 3 month old was no easy feat, but tissue paper garlands and balloons go a long way in creating a festive atmosphere. The tiny party hats on the plastic dinosaurs (plucked right from Cooper’s toy box) helped too.

I had big plans to make his cake, but gave in to the power of Publix at the last minute. It’s a good thing though because his cake turned out way better than any Pinterest creation I would have put together at 2am. I’m always torn on doing the goodie bags. On one hand, I just really want to put them together but then again I feel like the party and food are enough, especially when it’s just family. So I put together a few activities instead.

I found a great deal on 100 pre-filled dinosaur eggs, so we spread them out in the yard and let the kids loose. After they collected their eggs (and carefully inspected/traded/sorted the tiny dinosaurs in each one), it was on to the dino dig site — aka the sand box. I bought a dinosaur mold from Oriental Trading that was designed to use with clay, but I had Corey use cement instead. We buried the bones in the sand and gave each kid a hat, bucket, shovel and paint brush to dig them out. It easily kept them occupied for a good 20 minutes, which in parentese is like an eternity.
This is Cooper’s “hurry up and take the picture so I can eat this cupcake already” face.

What the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets.

AND THEN YOU TURNED 3

Two came and went so quickly. And now you’re three.

You’re the boy who made me a mama and are the light of my entire life. Nothing I write here will ever do the love I have for you an ounce of justice.

This birthday feels like a big one. You’re on the edge between toddler and big kid and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

You have such a great sense of humor and find joy in the smallest things, like bubbles and powdered sugar donuts. I hope it sticks with you throughout your life and gets you through the inevitable hard days you’ll face.

You’re so tough and lately when you fall down, you’re quick to “shake it off” and it’s been a long time since you asked for me to “kiss it better”. While it does make me sad, I hope you always bounce back this quickly and never stop getting up to try again.

You still sleep in our bed and I snuggle you to sleep each and every night. It definitely wasn’t the planned sleeping arrangement, but I’m so glad your dad and I have had 3 solid years of snuggles. I hope you always find comfort in our arms and know you can always come to us.

You love your brother so much and it is my greatest joy to see you two together. You’re unbelievably gentle with him and always the first one to check on him when he cries. No one can make him laugh like you do either. His eyes light up when he looks at you and you can almost see the love radiating between the two of you. I hope you guys always stick together even when you hate each others guts. It’s important.

I want to bottle up your laugh, the way you throw your head back and let the sound erupt from your throat, and pull it out when I’m old and gray. I want to keep the sweet smell of your strawberry cheeks and the way your head feels on my chest. I don’t want you to grow another ounce. Not even a smidge.

But I know that even if I try to hold on, you’ll just keep on growing and I don’t want to miss a second of it.

So I guess I have to let you.

Here’s to my big three year old. We love you so much, Coop.