Per tradition in our home, we always have a themed party for our kids and then a separate celebration at home on their actual birthday. This year, Brad was gone on another training so it was just me and the kids.
The day started early, as I took her birth minute picture. See, it’s a tradition we started with Marshall. Every year on their birthday we take a picture at the minute they were born. Marshall was born at 1:24 in the afternoon. . . Violet took us by surprise at 3:14 in the morning. My mom guilt won’t let me break the tradition for Vi, so here we are with me setting alarms and crawling up the stairs to her room at 3:14 am to take a stalker-like picture of her sleeping.
I went back to bed and was lucky enough to not wake up any of the kids as I scurried about. Fast forward to seven and we were all up and getting ready for the day.
For breakfast I made pizzelles and formed them into bowls. I filled them with yogurt and topped them off with chocolate chips and sprinkles, a special treat for Vi. She loves yogurt- it’s one of her favorites- but she usually doesn’t get the sweet toppings.
Next we did our tradition of presents in pajamas. Why wait all day for one of the best parts of your big day, right?
After a quick change I showed Vi her special birthday game I made. All in theme with her love of chocolate chip cookies, I had a poster of her printed and then made little chocolate chip cookie beanbags!
The kids also rode around in Vi’s new birthday gift from Grandpa. My dad definitely spoiled her with the new pink jeep!
Italians show their love with food, it really is something engrained into our DNA. Violet makes it easy, since she loves food. So the day was also dedicated to all of her favorites- with multiple clothes changes in between because she’s the kind of girl who digs in face first. Oy!
After the movie the kids went to sleep relatively easily (taking into consideration all the sugar). And I was extremely grateful. Not just for the bedtime- though I was really thankful for that- but also for having Vi at all. Having all three of my kids.
We have finally had her for as long as the storms lasted. It’s strange how fast birth to age two has gone when that same time span felt like decades waiting on her. A dream that always felt out of reach.
The irony is that her birth month, August, was also the month it all started years prior.
I will be writing a special post on the 26th- the day it all started back in 2013- discussing loss, grief, and how to help loved ones cope.
For now, I’m grateful to have this beautiful rainbow.