On board Galactic, birthdays come two at a time - first Eric's and Alisa's, then a few months later Elias' and mine.
This particular end of April saw Eric turn three. He awoke on the day saying, "I'm not two any more!"
His transition to three-ness has been presaged by all sorts of milestones in recent months. Alisa threw the very well-used stroller away in Napier. Eric's out of nappies, and our upcoming sail from New Zealand to the tropics will be our first-ever passage without diaper buckets lashed on deck.
Eric's premier gift this year was a stuffed royal albatross. The fact that it's a royal is important, as Eric can tell a royal from a shy albatross, and the royals are the ones that he calls "my friends." That's not a smile above, by the way. That's his royal albatross imitation.
Alisa did a penguin cake. That's a smile, by the way, not a penguin imitation.
Then, the beginning of May saw Alisa turning 39. (Again.)
I managed to struggle through the process of making a cake (from a box!) and dinner (mjeddrah, with real-time instructions from Alisa). The boys rose to the occasion, and I think Alisa got what she asked for - a happy day.
After dinner we had a dance party.
That part was Elias' idea.