He woke up on his birthday at his usual hour. Peter frequently is the first in the family to greet the day. He cracks our door and cheerfully climbs up onto our bed, where Abe asks him if he had any dreams. He snuggles with us for a few minutes, until Greta wakes up and joins us. And for 10 or 15 minutes we are a family of four, except we have Peter and Greta instead of Clark and Bethany.
These days, Peter and Greta are often my companions on my morning walks. It was a good way to start his 3rd birthday.
My plans for the day changed drastically (in a good way, but I'll go into that in a later post), so any birthday plans we had for Peter's birthday got put on hold. Lucky for him, Elinor quickly baked up a very interesting, creative, chocolate, sprinkle, bacon-topped, custom mug-cake for him.
Bless her heart, it looked horrific.
He ordered, "Now sing Happy Birthday me!"
We obliged.
He blew out the candle!
Elinor cut the cake open for him, but then he proceeded to only eat the bacon bits off the top of the cake. Peter L-O-V-E-S bacon. A couple weeks back we put Peter down for a nap and then began preparations for Bacon Wednesday-- sometimes breakfast, sometimes lunch, sometimes dinner, but always on Wednesday. He didn't fall asleep very quickly and soon opened his door, crept down the stairs and said, "(S)Mell Bacon!" Only he pronounces "bacon" as Bahckin.
He regularly demands the rest of the family share their bacon rations with him. We call him the "Bacon Czar". No one can eat bacon without his say so. Anyone caught trying to pilfer his bacon is given extra chores and must beg forgiveness of the Bacon Czar.
He was not impressed with the non-bacon parts of the cake. "Me no like dis yucky part!"
We wrapped his birthday gift in a Winder zipper bag because that's what we hid it in when we brought the gift into the house from the car. Looks like we didn't get much further than that.
I don't know what he was expecting for his birthday, but he seemed unimpressed with the Fire fighter costume from Costco.
He can be a little slow to warm up to new things.
You think?
We eventually convinced him to try it on. He kind of liked it.
He puts his walkie-talkie up to his ear and says, "Hey, Boss." We pretend to be his boss and tell him where a fire is. Sometimes he says okay and runs toward that part of the house. Other times he says, "No!"
So, you know, as Boss, we never quite know what kind of response we'll get. Not very dependable as a fire fighter.
But very, very cute. And very entertaining. And very determined. And very spirited. And very vocal in his opinions. And we love him so much we don't know what to do with ourselves! I don't know what kind of child I expected when I was expecting him but he continues to surprise and stretch us. He is definitely more of everything!
Should you ever say he is cute or adorable, he will likely correct you and say, "NO! Me Peter!"
And if you as him if you can call him "Pete", he will likely say, "NO! Me Peter!"
Happy 3rd birthday, Peter Jesse Fox!
By the way, I love the nickname Pete, so I'm not giving up on that battle yet.
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