Kato turned three last Friday. Which shocked us, even though we’ve known the date was coming for a long time. For some reason, Robbi and I both feel as if he has always been two. Perhaps because he’s roughly the same size he was a year ago. But it seems like more than that. It’s going to take some getting used to, having a three-year-old boy in the house.
As for Kato, he found nothing unusual in the act of turning three.
The day began with a birthday cupcake.
But of course, tradition dictated that it had to end with a Jell-o cake. Kato, who has become our resident egg breaker, did the honors. Six times over. The Jell-o cake is a lot about eggs.
Because he was the birthday boy, he got to choose the colors. Red and blue, was the choice. I shuddered a bit at the unholy glow of the Razz-berry, but who can argue with the birthday boy?
This was my first chance to use the new springform pans Robbi gave me for Christmas. Was I pleased with the result?
Is whipped cream fluffy and delicious?
The cake complete, I presented it to the Birthday Prince, who had just unwrapped his “Birthday Prince” crown, courtesy of my mom.
The prince was pleased.
His magnanimity was tested when Alden asked if she might borrow his crown. He acquiesced. Reluctantly.
In the interval between the eating of the feast and the presenting of the cake, Kato took off his shirt. He must have had a premonition. His first present was none other than…
The Birthday Boy shirt (again, courtesy my mom, who could embroider you a working helicopter if you gave her a few hours).
The cake was served. A wish was made.
And will it come true?
Only time will tell.
Apparently, the cake was good.
August thought so, at least. With no shortage of encouragement from Uncle Donald, he downed a man-sized piece.
Then promptly threw it all up.
[Photo intentionally excluded.]
This warms my heart. :-)
Mine too.