We’re amping up for Stella’s 3rd birthday party. I can’t believe it’s been 3 years already. It’s also a welcome distraction from my own looming birthday.
Oui Oui had the fantastic idea of going to a local farm for her party. There is a wonderful lady there, Ms. Becky, that uses many of her animals as therapy animals at schools, rest homes, etc… so these critters are TAME. Every year in the spring she does a family farm day which is open and free for everyone in the community. It started out as an event mainly for families with special needs kiddos and it just ballooned from there. We’ve gone the past 2 years and have had a wonderful time. Now they’re starting to branch out into private events. If I understand correctly, Stella’s party will be somewhat inaugural for them.
We went Sunday to scope it out, Oui Oui, Stella, and I. OCD wonder that I am, I “needed” to see what kind of space there would be for cake, would there be a freezer for ice cream, and how much room was there to decorate; the party is in under 2 weeks and I’m starting to stress. While the farm is THE main event, Hello Kitty will be the theme. Stella is totally hooked on HK right now.
Stella got a totally bonus farm day, as Ms. Becky was around and gave us the big tour. Stella got to love on just about every living thing, I got to see where we could put the cake and ice cream, and we all got some good information: everyone really ought to wear tennis shoes (old ones) or boots and what food we should bring to feed the animals. The latter is probably more important in this case than what we bring to feed the party guests.
There should be pony rides, a hay ride, and loads of animals to
traumatize love on. I think this may be Stella’s most wonderful party ever.
In a related but separate incident, Stella is enamored of her black shoes. These are simple little Mary Janes that Oui Oui found on sale somewhere and sent over. They are a size too big but no matter. Stella wants to wear them everywhere. They will be worn out before they actually fit. We have had multiple throw-downs over these shoes. She can’t wear them to school since they’re too big and could cause a trip of fall so there is almost daily hollering about that. She tromps around the house in nothing but these shoes and a diaper, nearly trampling her brother constantly.
Why am I talking about the black shoes? Well she had them on when we visited the farm. They came home caked in mud and animal poo. I’ve hidden them from her until I can clean them up as I don’t want poop footprints on Felix’s pallet (which he sometimes sucks on). You would think I was withholding food and water the way she acts. I’m about to take the black shoes out to the grill and light them up. Sorry, Stella. I don’t see your black shoes anywhere.