Travis and I both took a vacation day to celebrate Eva's first birthday. We had lots of fun events planned: a relaxing stroll through the zoo in the morning, a fun lunch at Steak and Shake, an afternoon of playing at Monkey Joes, a grilled dinner with cupcakes for dessert, presents, general merriment. Unfortunately, as do things in life, our day did not go as planned. Since Eva fell asleep at 6:30 p.m. the night before, she in turn woke up at 3 a.m. ready for the day. We, however, were not. So we tag-teamed our way to morning before eventually Travis and Eva took a 3 1/3 hour power nap together and I managed to get a lot of things done around the house. Day starting at noon? Okay, no problem. I set her big birthday gift from us out for her to find when she woke up -- a pink princess couch that folds out into a bed. It was the first big smile I had seen out of her in days. Things were looking up. We opened a few more presents. She showed interest. Another thumbs up. We decided to try our luck at going to Monkey Joes. She took a nap in the car on the way there. We didn't know what to expect, but I had called ahead and knew there was a toddler area for children under 3 and it was only going to cost us $5 to try it. What did we have to lose?
Although she didn't really explore and jump around, I think she still had a good time. She lead me around the play area by the hand, waving to all the other little kids and giving them her usual, "Hiiiiii" with a grin. We took her down a few slides, but she didn't seem to enjoy them all that much. We played for about 45 minutes and then headed to run a couple errands before going home. I wanted to grab something at the Dollar Tree, so we decided to get her an Elmo balloon to try and cheer her up. It made for some laughable photos.
It wasn't what we had planned, Ernie, but it was a memorable birthday anyway.
These are the days where memories are made. These are the days I don't want to forget. The good days, the bad days, the mundane days -- I want them all.
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