3rd Birthday Activities
Jackson "slept in" until about 7:30am and then proceeded to the pediatrician's office for his 3-year-old well check-up where he weighed in at 37lbs and measured 39.5 inches in height. Turns out he also has a double ear infection. Happy Birthday Jackson! :) After the doctor visit Chris and Jackson went to eat breakfast together and then to Toys R Us where Jackson got to pick out a "guy". He picked Wonder Woman. I then met them in Fountain Square for Jackson's first attempt to play duckpin bowling. We were the only ones on the lanes so that was nice that Jackson would be a crazy and loud as we would allow. He really had a good time and I caught him swaying to the '50s music that was pumping through the speakers on more than one occasion.
After bowling, we went to The Flying Cupcake and dropped over $9 bucks for 3 cupcakes. TOTALLY RIDICULOUS PRICE, I know. But the kid really wanted a pink cupcake and it was his birthday, ya know? So we paid it and then tried to forget the whole $9 ridiculousness. All I can say was that I only ate the "cake" part of my cupcake and Jackson only ate the frosting part of his cupcake, so we really could have saved like $3, but whatever. After he ate his oft-requested pink cupcake, I mean frosting, we moseyed next door and browsed the bookstore "Kids Ink". We got one book, whose title escapes me at the moment, and headed home for a much needed nap. Of course, the nap never happened because he fell asleep in the car for about 20 minutes on the way home and that ALWAYS means the nap is over when you get home. There's no getting him to take a real nap after he's had a power-nap.
He then opened gifts, played Hungry, Hungry Hippos and opened his Batcave, and then we all went to El Rodeo for some Mexican food for dinner. Later, bedtime was it's usual sucky self as of late. He was so worked up at bedtime that he puked all over his PJs and bedsheets, which gave him the legitimate excuse he needed to get out of bed again. I'm not saying that he intentionally puked to get away with getting out of bed, but it's sort of a self-fulfilling prophesy-thing. Anyway, the end of that story is that he went to bed in new PJs, on new besheets. Not the best way to end your 3rd birthday, but I suppose 3 years old isn't too young to learn to accept disappointments in life. :)
