Mr. Otter turned three years old on April 9th.
We held his party a few days later so we decided to celebrate the actual day with a dinner of his choice. He chose pancakes and bacon.
The best part was Otter’s help in making the dinner. He measured the mix, added the eggs and milk, stirred the mix, and then poured all the pancakes into the pan, except for the one shaped like a dog. Of course, he wasn’t nearly as delighted with the puppycake as he was with the ones he had made all by himself. He sat contentedly stealing strips of bacon off the pan while I washed everything up and set the table.
Before dinner we sang Happy Birthday to the young man and watched him blow out the candles on the pancake. After dinner we gave him a few small presents. Monkey scored again with a small metal wind up rocket.
Then on Sunday we went to Jump Street and celebrated in style with a gluten free chocolate cake, pizza, homemade guacamole and chips, a few good friends, and two hours of running flat out.
All in all it was a good day. Otter said it was the best birthday ever. He loved his cake, he loved his party, he loved his friends.
Happy Birthday my sweet love, you grow so fast.