Yesterday was Minitaur's 3rd birthday. There was much singing, celebrating and smudging of chocolate cake. Also a kiddie pool, five very wet toddlers, a lot of splashing, and a bunch of relaxed, cheerful Mommies and a ton of leftover munchies.
What there wasn't: no "My Gym" or "Gymboree" extravaganza with 30 screaming kids and synthetically cheerful instructors, frenetic games, exhausted parents, cold pizza, tears. No second mortgage on the house to pay for it all.
I'm not unhappy that Minitaur is too shy for all that.
Happy birthday, monsterling. Mommy loves you heaps, just the way you are. And thank goodness for it too.
(And many thanks to the hubby for all his manual labor cleaning up the yard, filling the kiddie pool, lifting, schlepping, etc.)