was a busy day. We were scheduled to meet with a Realtor to put our house on the market. We were rushing around, finalizing everything for the walk through, when Bryce told me that it was the 1st Birthday of three of his favorite stuffed animals and they needed to have a party.
I heard him walking around and making a list, out loud : cupcakes, candles, plates, streamers, and Legos.
My list of things to do is a mile long right now. As it turns out, putting a house on the market that you have been living in for 12 years, is no small feat. I was stressed and overwhelmed with all I needed to get done and I certainly didn't have time for a stuffed animal birthday party....aka Dust Mite Convention.
Thankfully. I had one of those Mommy moments, when I realized that I could ignore him...put it for another day/..and likely never get around to it------OR I could take an hour out of my day to make his birthday party dream a reality and let everything else go.
It was one of those "Good, Better, Best" situations and it was almost like I could look into the future and see the regret I would feel if I didn't do this for him...this day.
So I did.
He invited Grandma and Grandpa. Grandpa wasn't feeling too hot, so Grandma dropped what she was doing and came to celebrate the birth of his fluffy friends. He was over the moon.
It was a great party. Penguino, Monkey Monk, and Stuffy were thrilled that ALL of their closest friends made the effort to come. Just look at this crowd.
They were especially touched that "Dino" came. He recently had a freak accident which resulted in the loss of an eye...and he still managed to make it to the celebration.
All three of them made a wish. Bryce was sweet enough to blow the candles out for them since their mouths were sewn shut.
Piper was invited to the party, too. She tried to convince us that chocolate doesn't kill dogs and it's just an urban legend. We didn't fall for it. She was stuck with a dog biscuit.
Penguino, Monkey Monk, and Stuffy were a little annoyed that I bought them a Lego set. They thought I was taunting their lack of opposable thumbs. Bryce had to put the set together for them...but they had fun watching.
Post cake face.
Karah brought "Barry"...her first and only stuffed love.
We were all so happy to see "Mr. Cwanky Pants"...the Angry Bird.
He usually avoids these types of events.
That bird is, indeed, and angry bird.
I am so glad that Bryce declared it a party day. It ended up being just what my mood needed.
It was such a gift to be able to sit with my family and laugh and be silly and put everything else aside.
Who cares if the house sells this month or a year from now?
This is what it's all about.
Sometimes you just need a 5 year old to remind you.
*not pictured: Bradley and Daddy...dropped by the party and had to leave for a Pinewood Derby paint trip to Lowes*
You will never regret, Sar Bear, spending this time with Bryce in years to come. You are such an incredible mommy to listen with your ears, but more importantly with your heart. Bryce was in his own special world - a world I loved sharing if but for an afternoon. It's a magical place made possible by his mommy. Love you Sarah!
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