Yet Another Year

The toddler is now three years old. I consider it a great achievement to have kept her alive so long. Though she is a giant it has to be said. Everyone at her toddler group thought she must be four, but no, she is only three. And by some miracle, her father actually managed to arrange a sort of family party for her. Of course, me and my mum had a little party for her on her actual birthday. The proper thing shall be tomorrow, as that's when everyone else in my family shall be available. But when arranging things with her father and his family, well, it can be tricky. Last year none of them turned up. I kind of put my foot down about it this year. And they managed to bring her presents to her, so we didn't have to go and visit each of them in turn like we did on her first birthday. I was still with her father back then you see, so I reluctantly took his family's nonsense. Hmm. Fun times.

Anyway, she's now three. And she loves birthdays, and chocolate cake, and presents, and balloons. And today's party almost provided those things. There was cake, but it was a pink fairy cake, not the chocolate cake she requested. But The Family are somewhat determined to stick to stereotypes. All girls should want pink fairy themed cakes of course. Hmm. She ate her icing, but like me she doesn't seem to like regular jammy sponge cake. Or trifle. They had to have a trifle too. But they only doubled up on one present this year. That's progress. Of course, asking what she's already got would be too sensible. But there we go. And the sullen cousin wouldn't sing happy birthday, and complained about her eating the icing stars off the cake, and bitched about the presents. But the sullen cousin is a spoilt brat who can't handle anyone else getting anything when she doesn't. She is only seven I suppose. Hmm. Still a spoilt brat though.

But it was definately an improvement on last year. Like I said, none of them turned up. But they never tend to visit her. We have to go to them, and fit in with their shopping schedule. The toddler finds it very boring of course, and maybe that association was responsible for the minor tantrum she threw. Hmm. Who knows. She was not going to tell me what the problem was. Though she did enjopy opening the presents, bless her.

I wonder what will be achieved next year. And in some weird way, I actually look forward to finding out. Just as long as her psychotic uncle continues to keep away.