I love making special days special for my family. It fulfills me in a way that I never knew I could be fulfilled. This week was unbelievably full doing just that. And yes, there were tears (mine), cursing, louder than necessary voices and a few near meltdowns (mine too).
And yet my little boy had a great 5th birthday. Really, I think it was magic for him. I think that from now on, when people ask me what I do for a living I will reply: “Magician”.
I am taxed, pulled, driven to distraction and overjoyed in ways that were hereto for, unimagined.
Friday I baked 2 layers of a cake to make into a Police Badge cake for Angus. They did not hold together the way I would have liked, so I set the alarm for EARLY Saturday morning. I was going to the store, buy more cake stuff and try again. The alarm failed to go off, for sure I set it wrong or the cats stepped on the off button. TWO hours after I wanted to get up I did get up. Bad news when your first three words of the day are shouted expletives.
Then, I went downstairs to see if I could salvage what I had and found half of one of the layers GONE!!!!!! Needless to say, I became, um, emotional. And nobody would cop to it. I would imagine that if you were being glared out by a crying, exhausted woman that you too would clam up. And I am pretty sure it wasn’t the animals because all three of them were upstairs all night. Hmmmm. I’m putting my money on the Birthday Boy, but it all worked out so I will give him a pass on this one.
Craig saved the day and went to the store at 6:30 in the morning and got supplies, including new cake pans-just in case the old ones were cursed. Awesome, awesome husband move!
New cakes were baked, then the frosting debacle- no time to do a crumb coat- and it was a Red Velvet cake! Anyhow, Angus loved it and all the kids ate it. That is the point, right?
We have a history of crazy cakes for birthdays…Take a look!