This was the first year that Maggie truly had any idea about birthday parties and what celebrating means. For months leading up to her birthday, which happened to fall on Easter this year, she’d been quite serious about wanting a princess/ballerina/pirate party with her friends. We hosted Easter/a family party for her on her real birthday and the following weekend hosted a friends party. I think I haven’t been able to write about it because the double weekends of planning, even though this year I out-sourced a TON of work, overwhelmed me.
This is going to have to be a multi-part series because, starting with Easter, it was an action-packed day. For the past couple years somebody (our cool neighbors across the street SWEAR it isn’t them) has sprinkled our front yard with Easter eggs and left a basket and note on our porch for the girls. We, after brewing some coffee, headed outside so the girls could collect their eggs….Maggie’s level of exciement was pretty zonked at that point. Audrey was just happy to have her rain outfit on with a hat that had ears.
Then we headed inside to find what the Easter Bunny had left inside the house. It was pretty funny because Maggie was thrilled to discover that some eggs had the letter “A” written on them and they were full of Pirate’s Booty, a favorite snack of Audrey’s. I think Maggie was proud that the Easter Bunny knew to leave some marked for Audrey, so there wasn’t any “confusion” about the other eggs.
I’m pretty sure I’ve written about my Disney apprehensions on here before. I still have them, but at the same time I must confess that we’re full-on fans of Disney’s Frozen. We blast the soundtrack, role-play the story, and have seen it more times than I care to admit. I love that the story is about sisters and that the sisters are different from one another, but they share a deep-rooted love for each other. I struggled with getting Maggie the Frozen dolls, because wouldn’t a handmade Etsy doll be cooler/more eco friendly/blah, blah, blah.
I decided to ignore that sometimes annoying voice in my head and get our girl what I know she’d love, play with, and be thrilled to open. And guess what? My ‘mama heart’ was so full watching her reaction these two dolls. She got both of them, the sisters, and those dang toys have been a reminder to me that I don’t always get to decide what my kid is going to be interested in or to what degree. I can choose to be supportive or choose to nudge her in a different direction. In this case, I’m glad I decided to roll with it. Those dolls have been loved, been played with, and have not been forgotten.
There was some more present opening (not sure why we gave her more than those dolls, but whatever…), some breakfast and then a rush to prepare for our peeps to come celebrate with us. Yay for part one!!!