Devon's second birthday party was celebrated with his siblings and cousins. Nine children make a pretty good-sized birthday party, but I wondered what would happen when family couldn't make the fourteen hour trip. Kids need friends, and a little boy who's new in town and stays home all day while Mommy tends to his baby sisters can't make many.
I started praying that by Devon's next birthday he would have some friends. That prayer was answered so amazingly. We started getting out more and going to playgroup. I met other moms at the Bible Study I started a month prior and we started hanging out. Devon started going to school. In February I sat down to write a list of people to invite, and had the dizzying experience of having too long a lost and narrowing it down. A few more we invited couldn't attend because Devon's birthday fell on Easter weekend. All in all, I am so grateful for the group we had and the wonderful party Devon enjoyed.
We decided not to cut a cake at 10:30 in the morning. Instead we had donuts, fruit, and yogurt.
Reviews were favorable. Those side piggies crack me up. Melina's didn't stay in as well as Carrie's.
Devon was very impressed when we turned off the lights and everyone sang to him.
He recognized his favorite breakfast food right away. A few of the parents said it was the first donut their children had ever eaten. Not our family. Devon's late night excursions to Walmart often include a whispered conversation while surveying the donut rack. Devon's choice graces our table the next morning.
Devon had no idea how much this party meant to Mommy. He just knew that all his friends did gymnastics with him, ate with him, and gave him some pretty fabulous presents. At one point in the middle of the party, I caught Devon sneaking back into the gym room and wondered why he'd slipped out. He chattered excitedly to me about peeking in his presents. I thought he was joking, but later on when he knew which present had cars in it, it was confirmed.
Devon is 3. It makes our family seem so normal. I have one three-year-old and two one-year-olds. He has grown so much in recent weeks that he is in 3T pants and 4T shirts. He is (mostly) potty trained. He is down to napping about twice a week, spending some quiet time playing with his engines or looking at books in the other afternoons. We are working on sharing and turn-taking. A lot. He loves Green Eggs and Ham and can recite the first half of The Cat in the Hat. We sing with him, walk with him, read with him, discipline him, and pray with him. And we love him. So, so much.
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