A few months back Miranda was very interested in surprise parties. Or just surprises in general. She'd grab my hand and say, "Come on, Mommy." We'd go stand by the light switch. She'd turn it off, and count quietly, "One, two, three...Surprise!!!" and turn the light on. I'd have to act all excited. It was silly and fun.
We got a new dishwasher on Miranda's birthday earlier this month. The best part, of course, was the enormous box!
When it came to getting ready to surprise Miranda, the box seemed like the perfect hiding place for the kids.
And especially crazy cousins!
Justin took Miranda for a ride in the car while the rest of us got ready. When they got back, I whispered, "One, two, three...surprise!" But instead of a silly, happy little girl, I had a little girl who was clearly freaked out. Who are these people and why are they yelling at me?! And she ran up to her room to hide. Grandma had to coax Miranda back downstairs.
Thankfully, we had cake there to smooth over any ruffled feathers.
Miranda, lingering over her cake.
And then, of course, she got loads of presents. So, even though the surprise was a complete bust, she did up having fun at her own birthday party.