Happy Birthday, Celeste
This is Celeste at the beginning of her third birthday party – new dress, clean face, flowers in her hair. (That’s not her phone, no matter how comfortable she looks using it.)
Everyone tries to sit in the same seat, while helium balloons explode at intervals in the background with alarming booms.
A short time later, Celeste makes a wish before blowing out her three candles. There is pizza on her face, paint on her new dress, and the flowers have been traded for a helmet which she has worn since opening her Hot Wheels bike, even though it is still in pieces and not rideable on this day. Whatever that wish is, Sweetheart, I hope it comes true a hundred times!
Shouldn’t Helene be wearing the helmet if she’s going to fly that thing?
In the end, Helene enjoys the Sweet Sixteen birthday cake more than anyone else, and I make my excuses to leave before it comes time to clean up what is turning into a remarkable mess!
It was a fine birthday! Tomorrow Celeste and I have a girls’ day out planned, painting and firing some clay piece of her choice at Brushfire, popcorn and a movie at home, and a sleep-over at Nana-K and Grandy’s house. Just Celeste, not a sibling or a cousin in sight. Of course, she can always use my phone to call them if she gets too lonesome.
Sounds like it was a perfect day for a 3 year old. Have fun on your girl’d day out. Lucky Celeste just her and Nana-K….no boys in site!