Only the MOST AWESOME birthday party!

So, as you know, I recently turned THREE! Mom and Dad planned a birthday party at a wonderful place called Gymboree and invited all my friends. After a mildly emotional beginning regarding the transportation of my precious cupcakes (see Beatrixed for more details), we got the party started.

As per my request, the theme was firetrucks or as I call them, "Nee Nars."





I drove the fire truck.








I climbed up on the back of the ladder truck.













I put out fires.


















I slid down the firepole.


















Even Trixie played firegirl.


















I jumped around and popped bubbles. (Not fireman themed but fun anyway).












Then, we had pizza and...


















....CUPCAKES! We sang happy birthday to me.













Needless to say, I went home, passed on dinner, skipped the bath and told daddy "no story tonight please." I was shattered.

The next day, I woke up and asked my mom first thing, "Is today Saxon's birthday?" which in threeyearoldese means "I had a rockin' good time!"