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Almost Forgot! He’s Turning 2
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Almost Forgot! He’s Turning 2

by Jill
written by Jill

Lowell turns 2 tomorrow.

If that surprises you, know that it surprises me more. So much so that I…. didn’t even see it coming?

Like, 3 days ago, I realized it was this week.

There will be no party, just a small dinner with our family and another family, who happens to have a little boy Lowell’s age. They’ve known each other since they were born. They are tiny besties.

So we shall call it an “intimate affair” and we will have pizza, and beer, and sippy cups of juice, and I think I will make a cake.

Maybe there will be balloons. Just depends on how long it takes me to make the cake tomorrow.

2 is a weird birthday, anyway. 1st birthday parties are for the grownups in this family. They are the WE SURVIVED celebrations. I go all out for them. By the time they turn 3, they have friends they can name off.

2? I mean, I don’t think they really recognize that they aren’t the only toddler on the planet. Except for tiny besties, and only because their moms get together for coffee or wine playdates often.

All that is to say that tomorrow this guy turns 2, and I nearly almost let it slip past.

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But there will be a celebration. And there will be cake. And it may involve choo choos and a tractor and some Oreo cookie dirt. It may very well look hilariously horrific. So Friday’s post might be my contribution to Cake Wrecks. 

Stay tuned.

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Toddler Fingerprints In The Frosting

by Jill
written by Jill

Just got done processing these pics from the mini-birthday celebration we had for my mom right before I left for Blogher. I figured they deserved a post of their own.

Her birthday was earlier in the month, and I’d just planned to have the kids give her her gift when she got here to watch them (since Scott was out of town the same time I was), but Kendall was insistent that there be birthday cake. We couldn’t simply just give her a birthday present without cake! Leyna, obviously, agreed with his brilliant plan.

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My very own Cake Wreck

by Jill
written by Jill

In my frenzy of planning for this fabulous birthday party, the idea to make Kendall’s cake has always been one I never gave a second thought to.  Yes, my cake making and decorating skills are beginner at best, but I found a lovely and simple design for the most adorable rocket ship cake here (lots and lots of great ideas there, by the way).  Seriously.  That does not look hard, right?  I even gave myself plenty of time to prepare by planning to first make a trial cake.  This was a multiple day process, people!  I took my time.  I froze the cakes, then cut the cakes, then froze the cakes, then iced the cakes with a “crumb coat”, then I froze them again.  I was a little unsure of myself when I started to add the final touches and put it all together tonight, but I thought surely it would turn out decent enough that I could make notes for the final cake and ace it the second time around.

This is what it was supposed to at least resemble.

What I am about to show you is proof positive that I should never be allowed near a can of frosting and red food coloring again.  

Did you know that red food coloring is a fucking joke?  It does not make the frosting red!  No.  It makes it a lovely shade of Barbie puked her brains out hot pink.  So, I think, maybe add more.  Nope.  Just makes it an even more vivid shade of the same putrid color.  This could not work. The rocket was to be blue and red.  But have no fear!  Red sparkles are here!  

Between the sparkles and the pink and the uneven frosting it really couldn’t get much worse.  That is until I brilliantly decided to cut out the picture of Kendall in the astronaut suit from his invite and place it under half an Easter Egg.  Are you laughing your ass off at me yet?  You should be!  I’m about to piss my pants.  OMG.  It’s tragic.  It’s terrible.  It’s hilarious!  Here’s a side view for you.

I do not think a few mental notes for next time are going to be enough to save this.  I’m pretty positive I will not be repeating this for his birthday.  A girl needs to know her limits, and while I may be able to whip up a crafty birthday banner and matching cupcake toppers, I sure as hell can NOT make and decorate a cake.  Of course, my eternally frugal husband just stood there, lying through his teeth, saying, “Jill, it’s FINE.  You did a GREAT job.  Why would you PAY someone to do what you already know you can do?”

I am calling a local bakery first thing in the morning.

Kendall is 11 months and 1 week old.

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