Reese has been talking about being a "bigthreeyearold" (pronounced in the most run-on-way imaginable) for months. Everything important was going to happen after she turned three:
* starting school in a "big-three-year-old-class"
* putting toothpaste on her toothbrush by herself
* sitting in the BIG chair at the dentist's office
* and on, and on, and on....
To celebrate the big 3, we planned a party at our neighborhood pool. This was Reese's first "real" party with non-family members invited. I reserved a pavilion at the pool two months in advance and even checked with the mom of a fellow classmate about their party plans since her son and Reese have birthdays the same week. We ordered three cupcake cakes (shaped like a fish, seahorse, and crab) and got plenty of food, drinks, and balloons for the big day.
Ehren and Aunt Kim dragged themselves over to our house at nearly the crack of dawn (large cups of coffee in hand) to help coordinate lugging coolers and children to the pool for our 11am party. Just as they arrived, the pool called me to report that they had to close the pool due to a "fecal accident."
In planning a pool party, I mistakenly forgot about this possibility. A rained out birthday party? Possible, but not likely considering we going on our 50-billionth day of triple digit temperatures and no rain. A pooped out party? I guess it happens.
Our options were to cancel and reschedule for another day (yeah, I'm not explaining that one to Reese), hold the party at our house (my brain might have exploded), or postpone until later in the day after the pool had been thoroughly disinfected. We opted for the postponement. Kim and Ehren came back later in the day, we got everyone and everything to the pool, lost the large bundle of balloons to a gust of wind and a nearby tree, and no thunderstorms or poopie diapers threatened the rest of the party.
In the end, Reese got to see all of her family and most of her friends. She played with her cousins in the pool, ate at least one icing covered cupcake, and spent most of her day opening and playing with her new presents. She may not remember the "fecal accident" when she looks back on this birthday, but for me it will be a story that sticks.
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