Today we celebrated the twins’ actual third birthday. I still say “actual” because even though this is the day they were born, they were supposed to be born in August. I know that after the age of two preemies are “supposed” to be caught up, but I still feel like my guys need those extra three months.
The day started off as any other…lots of screaming and fighting over toys, wanting candy and cookies for breakfast, and no one wanting a diaper change or to get out of their pajamas.
The oldest headed off to preschool, then I finally got everyone else dressed. Me included. My mom came over, and in order to get them agree to go on a walk in the wagon, we bribed them with one new Thomas the Train figure. My mom bought them each a couple (all the same, of course,) but we wanted to wait on the rest until my oldest got home from school. He hates to miss out on anything!
When he got home with Grandpa, the kids ate some lunch, and then it was C-A-K-E time.
They really like the singing of “Happy Birthday,” LOVED the cake, and played trains until nap time.
Finally, Daddy came home early from work, we picked up some dinner, and headed to the park. All three played on the playground for a little bit, we ate dinner, and then each of the twins took turns trying to run away. Big guy tries to catch birds, and little guy just likes to see how far away he can get with you madly chasing him.
We then packed everything up, cruised through the neighborhood, popped in on my brother and his family, and returned home. Pajamas, a little singing cartoon, and nighty, night-time.
Overall, I think it was a good day to be three.
Glad the boys had great time celebrating their birthday! My little guy has a birthday coming up this month and we can’t to party.