So RR’s birthday is June 25th. Yay for RR. Three years old. Wowza.
My wife and I are some seriously creative people. Sometimes. However, this year, we are at a total loss as to what to get RR for her birthday. If anything. I KNOW. We’re awful people.
Hey – there’s this kid in her class who, every fucking day, says to me with great enthusiasm and honesty, “TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!” which it totally isn’t. Hell, RR just stopped wishing Pop Pop a happy birthday, but that was only because they left town.
There are things that RR likes: Ice cream. Olivia. Alone time. Pickles. Pancakes. Watermelon. More alone time (GO AWAY, MAMA! she often says). Going down concrete stairs unattended and not holding the railing. Homemade sweet potato fries. Playing with “her guys” (which is an all-encompassing term for small choke-hazard-worthy figurines) on her small-like-her table. Running. Putting inanimate objects to bed. Watering the plants. Sleeping. And most recently, vanilla pudding.
She has lots of books. She has two bookshelves of toys. She won’t notice that she has any of these things unless you put them in front of her. And even then, if she hasn’t initiated playing with them, she’ll kind of fake-play with them for a few minutes. Like, “Oh mama. I don’t want to play with this. But look! I’m playing! OK, can I be done now?” Poor put-upon RR.
She has a hand-me-down easel (chalk on one side, dry-erase on the other), so many blocks of so many sizes, Play-Doh, and Little People (of all kinds) and their abodes. We thought about a tricycle or a scooter, but we live on a pretty steep hill. Plus, she’s afraid of falling, and hates even the thought of trying to pedal. Ugh. Pedaling.
Which leaves me to ask my co-worker, who recently got her three year son a Braves jersey and hat. Hmm. She suggested a bubble machine for RR, and then quickly changed the subject.
She doesn’t play dress-up. (Shit, we can’t even get her to put her regular clothes on.) And apparently, she’s too young for us to get her a gift certificate. Eyeroll.
So, my dear friends, I am tapping you for your expert advice. What do you give the toddler who wants nothing and shows no preference for anything but being alone. You know, besides a pancake dinner at the nearby diner with a scoop of ice cream afterwards the evening of her birthday. But hey – that just might be enough!