its party time..

November 30th, 2010

this weekend was filled with activity.. it was great but exhausting.. we had thanksgiving dinner.. work.. luellas birthday.. and than olives party.. and party we did.. she knew it was a special day.. we woke up singing happy birthday to her.. and she was excited from the start.. 

all day was “happy birthdays” and “2”.. It just felt like a different day.. our baby girl turned two! and it was crazy to wrap your head around.. 

we had some family over for dinner and had a hot dog/smokey party.. she snacked.. and snacked..and ate cheezies.. and hot dogs.. and animal crackers.. and anything else someone would graciously give her.. but how could you say no to this face!

she was in heaven.. we opened presents and than moved onto the cake.. aka.. her turning point.. these days.. Olive is loving her usual barney and elmo.. but now thomas the train has been thrown into the mix..  ”thomaaaaaaaaaaaaaas” was what she said when we walked by this cake.. so it was hers.. 

looking back now.. I should have assumed that it would be safeways usual thick one inch icing.. but I didnt at the time..  last year we could barely get her to try the cake.. one delicate finger.. poking at the icing.. but this year.. oh she knew.. she inhaled it.. that little train on top apparently also acts like a spoon.. and she ate.. 

we can fast forward to 8:30.. the house is empty.. we have finished cleaning.. just sat down on the couch and can feel my legs actually buzzing from the energy of being on them all day.. than the monitor lit up and the cry started.. we sat there debating if we should let her sugar crash.. or go check on her.. yah.. we chose to check on her.. 

blue icing vomit everywhere.. 

it was everywhere.. her.. dustin.. bedding.. bumpers.. hair..and the floor.. she was half asleep staring at us so confused.. we felt bad.. so we bathed.. changed the bedding..  new jammies.. some cuddles.. and back to bed.. thinking that was it.. um no.. 

2:00am.. one more round.. bedding.. floor.. hair..  we threw her in bed with me.. laid down giant towels all around her (and yet she managed to find the one patch of my bedding to get sick on).. we were up all night.. sick.. and cleaning up blue stains.. 

the poor thing was miserable.. and I felt horrible.. 

we should have stuck to the one cupcake..