While I was asleep, Dad blew up a bunch of balloons, and Mom hung some of them from the ceiling by where I'd be opening my presents.
I was surprised and excited to see all the balloons, and I even called it my birthday party. (Mom decided to forgo a birthday party with friends for one more year, which ended up working out because I came down with a cold.)
I got my very own camera.
I got some books.
And I got a tunnel I can crawl through!
It was a fun birthday and just the right amount of stuff going on for a sick three-year-old.