Once inside this cornucopia of cheap fun, she was off and running with the buggy, scoping out every inch and crevice to find her Daddy the perfect "pecial presents" (as she says).
After searching high and low for the best ever "pecial presents" for Daddy, it was time for Middle Little to pick out her birthday card for him. I guided her to the birthday card section and let her do it all by herself. There is beauty in not being able to read written words yet... her card selection was made by picture alone. What kind of card did she pick out for Daddy? Well, lets just say she thought it was perfect and in her words a "pecial card". Yes, Abbie, it was special.
We finally made our way to the check-out counter after Abbie was satisfied with her shopping trip. She did it, all by herself...shopped for her Daddy's birthday. She was so proud of herself (I was proud too). It was time to brave the summer heat to get to the car and head home with her grape soda stained face, birthday bounty and new hand picked "veg-all" basket.
Once home, we snatched Littlest Little up and headed to the bedroom hiding the goods and giggling about what a surprise it will be for Daddy to see what Abbie picked out for him. I cut the wrapping paper she picked out for her into squares and gave her a roll of scotch tape and let her wrap her loot herself. If you have never seen a toddler in action with a roll of tape, you my friend, are missing out on one of the most entertaining shows you have ever seen. She made sure everything was wrapped to perfection.
Days later it was time for Daddy to open his presents that Middle Little worked so hard on. We let him open them the night before his birthday on his "birthday eve". Was he surprised, amazed, and wowed by Abbie's thoughtfulness and her expert gift wrapping?! You betcha'! (Some of her gifts were wrapped so well that the whole roll of tape she used on her few presents stuck everything together in the bag. :-)
Just what were in all those gorgeously wrapped gifts you ask?
A little red resin bird (Cardinal - which she threw over the edge of the buggy, and Im thinking the little chip in its head came from her throwing it into the buggy.)
Pack of super glue that she thought was candy.
A new hand towel because it had a barbecue grill on it and she knew Dad got one for his birthday.
A Donald Duck parachute toy, because she recognized the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse symbol on the package and she promptly did the "Hot Dog Dance" from the show in the aisle.
Two big heavy glasses.
A Sharpie marker (because she knows Dad likes them).
A lighter (one of those big ol' things you use to start a grill/fireplace/etc.)
And that card she stood in the card aisle for forever carefully choosing the most "pecial card" she could find for her Daddy's birthday? Even after me trying to direct her away to some other cards.. this one was it... she would not put it down and finally threw it in the shopping buggy. She knows her Dad loves pizza and the picture on the card got her... didn't matter to her really what the card said. Like the old saying goes "It's the thought that counts." So, "Happy Birthday Grandson" - from Abbie. Yeah, thats right, we do birthday's up right around here.
Birthday day, we celebrated with some family into the night. And of course, Daddy got his pizza and his chocolate cake.
Happy Birthday to you... wishing you many many more. We love you!