June 7, 2014 at 10:14 pm , by Nick Shell
3 years, 6 months.
For Memorial Day weekend, we took a road trip in the Sante Fe SUV to go to your cousin Calla’s 3rd birthday party. I should point out, that by default, you had to become a Brony for the afternoon, since you were surrounded by two other 3 year-olds, who both happened to be girls.
One of them, was of course, your cousin Calla.
The other was, well, only your best friend in the whole world: Sophie!
She moved away back in February, but it turns out, where your cousin Calla lives in basically the half-way point between where Sophie moved and where we live.
As expected, you and Sophie picked up right where you left off.
Needless to say the three of you had a great time. It should be a given that when in the presence of our family, things will be fun, random, and unique.
And so they were.
The party got started off right with an inflatable castle, a rocking horse, and a playground underneath the Alabama pines.
After the three of you burned off some energy in the fresh air, one thing led to another, and the next event became a visit down into the storm shelter.
Yeah, because that’s normal…
It is with us, at least. After I closed the hatch, I stood above you all, on ground level, pretending to be the “Big Bad Wolf,” howling through the ventilation pipe.
You guys cheerfully stayed down there much longer than I would have expected.
After all, with the exception of the little bit of light shining down from where I was standing, it was otherwise completely dark in the storm shelter.
I suppose there’s something about hanging out in a storm shelter that makes you crave munchies, because up next, the three of you had vegan vanilla cupcakes at the Friendship Is Magic table.
Meanwhile, we adults dined on vegan French toast and vegan quiche as well.
Because if things weren’t quirky enough with our family, you better believe that our plant-based lifestyle extends beyond just you, me, and Mommy…
What comes next after the snacks and birthday cake? The presents!
We got Calla a tutu, while “Uncle Owl,” who is my Uncle Al (pictured in the storm shelter picture, flashing a peace sign) presented Calla with the gift that earned the title “Most/Least Creatively Wrapped Gift.”
Throughout my whole life, he has always been known for buying us nice gifts, and a lot of them… and wrapping them in newspaper.
This time, though, he decided to mix things up.
He “wrapped” Calla’s largest gift by placing it in a large black garbage bag.
Calla didn’t seem to notice the humor, she was just so happy to be getting a kid-sized Disney Princesses sofa.
I think you missed the “unwrapping” of the sofa, because Sophie’s daddy was taking turns bouncing you and Sophie on the giant exercise ball in the living room.
Just imagine had we known what all was going to happen at Calla’s party in advance.
Imagine if the invitation would have arrived in the mail, proclaiming this:
“Come join us to celebrate Calla’s 3rd birthday!
We will be playing outside in a jumpy castle, riding a rocking horse, hanging out in a storm shelter, bouncing on a yoga ball, and we will try to figure out what’s underneath that garbage bag.”
Yep, just another all-American birthday party for a 3 year-old girl.
All the standard stuff you’d expect to see… in our family, at least.