{Favor and cake table}
{Kids "road" picnic table and construction site sand box in the back corner}
{We did not steal the construction signs either. They were retired. :))
So this birthday we finally decided to nix a theme and just go simple. Xave asked for a rainbow cake and cupcakes with sprinkles. We had the party at my parent's new house, and my Mom took care of the birthday boy's special request. And she didn't dissapoint. :)
{Chocolate cupcakes with sprinkles}
{Chocolate cupcakes with peanut butter pie frosting}
These were to DIE for... Makes me want some good ol' peanut butter pie. :)
{Rainbow cake}
This cake had a tragic story. My mom attempted a new frosting recipe. It failed to set up the first time, and the second time she figured it out. After the cake was all assembled she turned to open the fridge door, went back for the cake, and it had toppled over. Yikes. She almost called me to go get an emergency replacement cake, but took a few minutes to recoop and miraculously put it back together. She thought it was wonky and ugly. I thought it was Dr. Seuss-ish and wonderful. And it tasted like fruit loops. I don't know how she did that, but who wouldn't like a cake that tastes like fruit loops?
And here's the birthday boy, in all his tongue sticking out and "Mom, are we done YET??" glory. What a silly guy. :)
I relinquished the camera during present time so I could hold the baby, and unfortunately most of the pictures turned out blurry. This one however makes me giggle and shows his excitement for all his neat-o presents. This one was a Melissa and Doug construction play set. It's been put to good use in assisting a strip of paneling to break off it's long and horrible relationship with our wall. It's okay buddy, I'd rip it down too if I had something to put in it's place. ;) (Okay, it's not that bad, I'm just not a big fan of wood panelling. :))
Cake time! A.K.A. Mom's favorite part of every party...
If you can figure out what's horribly wrong with this picture I'll pay you $5. Okay, not really. Sorry. I am going to torment you though and make you figure out what is so wrong with it. Once you do figure it out: Don't worry, he got that piece. ;)
My little guy-that-was-just-a-baby is 4!
I'm going to go cry in the corner now. (Figuratively of course...)