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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.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN // 2016

Halloween is a tricky holiday for parents.

You tell your kids not to eat candy from strangers, except on the one day a year when we actually ask strangers for candy. And then there’s the costumes. Buy one too early and you risk having to return it once your kid changes his mind for the 5th time, wait too long and you’ll be stuff with the reject costumes.

You’re basically screwed either way.

And there’s the impossible task of getting a costume for a 3 month old. Have you seen those things? They’re all plush and long sleeved. Poor Cam would sweat his butt off.

For the last two years Cooper cried when I put on his Halloween costume and begged me to take it off. This year he knew what he wanted to be (a T-Rex) 3 months early and talked about it on a daily basis to everyone. Anytime someone came in the house he’d blurt out “t-rex cosume!” and they’d instantly look at me, waiting for an explanation. He was the proudest dino I ever saw.

And there’s the impossible task of getting a costume for a 3 month old. Have you seen those things? They’re all plush and long sleeved. Poor Cam would sweat his butt off. I initially felt bad about not getting him a real costume, but then I came to my senses because who has time for that, and put him in his dino pjs. Done and done!

Once the costumes were secured, we had some family over for a pumpkin carving party (which Cooper wanted nothing to do with). Then a few days later, we did a test run at the trunk-or-treat at my sister’s school. AND THEN was the real thing. Cooper was very much into it this year and was constantly at the head of the pack.

Pictures comin’ at cha in 3…2…1…

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When my stepdad saw my shorts he told my mom “man, those shorts are really unflattering!” like they were part of my regular wardrobe. Ha! What do you think? Can we get the mom shorts to make a comeback?dsc00500 dsc00508

OUR LAST DAY AS A FAMILY OF 3

Going to the movies is something Corey and I used to do almost every weekend before we had kids, so I have been waiting for the day I could take Cooper. Really, I just wanted an excuse to see all the new kid movies, but I digress…

Taking your kid to the movies is a nerve wracking experience though because you don’t know how it’s gonna go down. He could either sit still and get into the movies or act like a complete maniac running up and down the stairs trying to eat popcorn off the floor. Or both.

We’d been planning to take him to see Secret Life of Pets for a few weeks, but something else always got in the way. I was adamant about us doing something special together before baby brother arrived though. Cooper probably won’t remember this when he gets older, but I sure will.

So on a rainy Sunday afternoon we loaded up my purse with snacks and headed to the movies.

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And he did so good! Besides getting a little antsy during the incredibly long previews and the last 10 minutes of the movie, he just sat and ate his weight in popcorn. At one point another kid behind us started crying and Coop looked at me and said, “Why dat kid cwyin, mommy? He no wike da movie?”

It’s a good thing we went to the movies when we did though since my water ended up breaking in the middle of the night and I had Cameron the next morning. It’s crazy how things work out! Hopefully the next time is a little less eventful. We’re going to see SING soon, so fingers crossed it goes as well as the first time (ya know, without the whole delivering a baby part at the end)!

BEING THE MAMA MEANS…

IMG_4635-Sacrificing your sleep (and your super comfortable pregnancy pillow) for cartoons on the couch at 1am with your fevery toddler
-Getting dressed and driving to Walgreens at 4am when Tylenol is just not doing the trick and you realize you’re all out of Advil
-Trying your hardest not to go off on the all too chipper cashier who’s taking her sweet time and making small talk because going to Walgreens at 4am is obviously your favorite thing to do
-Grabbing a Minions blind bag at the register in hopes that it will appease the sick, crying toddler you left in the bed with your husband who has to be at work in 2 hours
-Hearing your toddler quietly say “thank you” as you give him said medicine which puts him right to sleep, but not without clutching that plastic minion in his tiny hand.