The preparations went on all day. Cleaning, of course, and baking, and he doesn't like it too much when my attention is off him. He didn't like the noise of the vacuum or the noise of the steam cleaner or even the stand mixer. He hid during the times when we were using those. He didn't want to nap today, didn't want to go to sleep tonight... I think he might be a little scared of growing older. He says he isn't, but he was a little needy today for him. Getting him out of the house to go to the post office and to Wal-Mart this morning was nearly impossible!
He did enjoy us working in the kitchen and donned his dinosaur apron and announced "I am Chef Dennis" and then packed a basket of plastic food for himself and me and told me we were going on a picnic. We did just that, a pretend plastic fruit-and-veggie picnic right on the living room floor. He insisted on removing his apron before we 'ate'.
When I was baking his cake tonight (a monstrous undertaking!), he kept getting out of bed to watch me decorate it. I was happy for the company and enjoyed his commentary on what was going to go where and what colors I should use, but soon his Daddy carted him off to bed (our bed, as I found out hours later) and I was left alone with my icing. I am proud of how it turned out, a fire station and a burning building, a road, a lake, several emergency vehicles in action. I would have actually spent less if I'd gotten a bakery cake, but it wouldn't have been as special for him.
I can't believe that we'll be parents of a three year old tomorrow. He's a real kid now, not much baby left to him at all. Every day he does something brilliant and funny, and I love most all of it.
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