It's been a couple of months, but I still want to acknowledge that Ada had a birthday.
I don't believe in outfit fights on your birthday. I let Ada run errands with me in her red, puffed-out costume dress with red go-go boots. It's hard to be efficient when everyone stops you to gawk at your mini movie star. This delighted Ada.
Ada had a baby doll party with some friends. They decorated diaper bags and filled them with supplies they used to take care of their babies/stuffed animals. Seth wanted to participate in the party, but was uncomfortable with all the babying. He insisted his stuffed bear was 18 years old, so he decorated a "teenager bag" instead of a diaper bag.
We had various caretaking activities. Seth got his scrubs on and decided to offer his services as a pediatrician. He was overwhelmed by all the business he got, and frustrated by the non-critical ailments they were bringing him. I heard him repeatedly telling the kids "you don't need to bring your baby to the doctor for an ow-ie!". He was so annoyed by their ignorance. Ada finally satisfied him when she brought him her baby with a broken clavicle she had already diagnosed.
Some of the kids took medical matters into their own hands.
The party goers.
Ada wanted a cake with fruit on it. I made a buttermilk cake with
mango curd and strawberry mascarpone frosting because I love an excuse to experiment with a new cake idea. Plus, Ada likes to say mascarpone.
The babies got a mini cake in their honor. Here's Ada helping her beloved "Fao Baby" blow out her candle.
Some well-received gifts.
Happy birthday to our little sweetie. We love her to pieces!
