My blog has been too serious lately. I need to lighten up a bit and what better way to do that than to do another cake post? Everyone loves cake. As luck would have it, I’ve done four cake projects this past week–4 cakes and 24 cupcakes.
The first cake was for a little girl’s 8th birthday. She wanted a blue, zebra-striped cake. Surprisingly, this was the second request in less than a week that I had for a blue zebra print cake. Zebras are very cool.
The next two cakes were for a little boy’s 1st birthday. As we are all apt to do, these parents want to instill a fanatical love for their favorite college football team into their boy as early as possible. So, Mr. Saks, you got 2 super cute Auburn University Tigers Cakes!
My husband suggested I do a “joke” University of Alabama Crimson Tide cake to go along with these. I didn’t think Saks’ mommy and daddy would think it was very funny. (For those of you who have no idea what this is all about, see here.)
Surprisingly, these awesome people threw in a little extra $$ when I delivered the cakes. To quote Saks’ super nice daddy, “You don’t charge enough.” I’m not arguing with that.
The next cake project was 24 cupcakes for my son to take to school. He turned 6 on Friday. Un-be-liev-able. I didn’t take a picture of those because they were just plain cupcakes, sprinkles, and a football ring stuck in the middle. I did, however, take a picture of him in his birthday hat they gave him at school. He wore it all day Friday and Saturday–even in the Wal-Mart, to my 12-year-old’s embarrassed horror.
Surprisingly, my favorite part about these pictures is that he still has chocolate from the cupcakes on his face.
Now for the biggest surprise of the week.
I am horrible at planning my kids’ birthday parties. We always have the party a week after the actual birthday, partly because my kids have inconvenient birthdays. (Spring Break, 2 days after the 4th of July, and the first month of summer–when everyone is travelling.) Mostly because I’m a
bad mom procrastinator. This birthday, my 12-year-old son took matters into his own hands.
He wanted to make it a surprise party. He picked a date and time, designed the invitations, printed them, handed them out, and even designed the cake. More than that, he sketched the Sonic characters on the cake for me to fill in. Folks, he did this on buttercream icing with a paintbrush and liquid food coloring. And that is hard! It requires a light hand and a whole lot of patience. I was blown away that he put so much into it. Normally, he just calls Billy an idiot, punches him, and tells him to go away.
Awesome first cake, don’t you think? Yes, those are Baby Girl’s fingerprints in the border. She loves “tate” (cake.)
Surprisingly, the secret of the surprise birthday party wasn’t leaked. That is a small miracle, considering those keeping the secret were under the age of 12. I simply took Billy to the Publix and waited for everyone to arrive, turn off the lights and hide. When we got there everyone yelled “Surprise!” and Billy jumped and made the best surprised face ever. Of course, no one got a picture of it. A head in the way, delayed digital camera, etc. So we had him recreate it.
Just to give you an idea of what life with this devilishly cute little boy is like, I have one small story from that trip to Publix with my beautiful, silly Billy.
Billy shares my love of Mumford and Sons. Bless him, he’s the only one. Well, he has one song he adores. We were playing it in the car and he was singing along. Then, after one line, he stops and says, “That is gross!”
The line was, “All my bridges have been burned.” I was confused. I explained, in 6-year-old terms, what that phrase means. He looked at me for a second, brow furrowed, and then his face lit up, as only his can.
“Oh! I thought he meant these.” He patted his pants and guffawed.
The dear lad thought the line was, “All my britches have been burned.”
Not surprisingly, that moment has come to my mind a lot today and every time I giggle and get tears in my eyes. Both for the humor and the absolute preciousness of it. Though I still don’t understand what is gross about it. Then again, I’m not 6.