All morning she called her cake "my birthday party". And watching her eat up this purple (her choice) celebration of Lucile Fae as well as several purple peeps off the cake...it was a party. Just a few gifts, some sparklers, silly string, stickers, and squiggly straws and she was in heaven. Seth did well considering the difficulty involved for a 3 year old to watch his baby sister be lavished upon like this all day. He did "help" open the gift that he had picked out for her. For me, the best part of the day was having Lucy's Dad right there with us. He grilled the hotdogs, commenting, "I feel like the man of the house when I grill." Cracks me up. I guess the rest of the time he feels like I'm the man of the house--well, I am.
Happy Birthday to my girl, Lucy. She is certainly one of a kind with a voice and a smile--the pair of them will melt your heart.