Well it’s official.  He’s not the baby.  He’s TWO WHOLE YEARS OLD.  A toddler.

But if you ask him what his name is, he’ll still tell you, “Baby.”

So, anyway, I had to make the toddler a cake.   I’ve never really put much effort into birthday cakes before.  I figure as long as they have sugar, the kids’ll love ’em, right?  And as soon as you start getting all cutesy and creative, they’ll come to expect that kind of service EVERY year, and I might as well just put that off as long as possible.

But this year, Josh really really really really really thought it would be cute if we made Mr. B a kitty cake.  Because Mr. B loves kitties.  His voice goes up a couple octaves when he sees them and his eyes light up and he just cuddles; them and loves on them…

Plus I’m surrounded by talented friends who put me to shame year after year…

So I caved.  And googled “kitty cakes”.  Which resulted in page after page of Hello Kitty cakes.  So I changed the search to “cat cakes” and had much better luck.

Written instructions along with illustrations… shouldn’t be too difficult, right?

Three and a half hours later…

… I was pretty much promising everyone in the room I was NEVER EVER EVER GOING TO MAKE ANOTHER SHAPED CAKE EVER EVER EVER AGAIN.

And then Olivia requested a butterfly cake.

::sigh::

It’s begun.

At least they don’t care that I can’t center things to save my life. Case in point: There were only supposed to be two stars on the kitty belly – one for each candle. After much practice and concentration, I made two stars that I was really proud of, leaned back to take in the whole picture and screamed when I saw I’d left enough space on the right side for a WHOLE ‘NOTHER STAR.

But, yeah, he didn’t care, obviously:

And look, he blew out the candles all by himself:

This part made me sad:

Three and a half hours of blood, sweat, and tears (okay, so I actually DIDN’T make myself bleed…) only to have the result disappear down everyone digestive tracts…

On to happier subjects… PRESENTS!

He loved this stuffed train from Grandma:

It’s his new favorite cuddle toy:

More legos!!

Aaaaaaaaaaaand now…

I had to keep the children busy in the toy room while The Daddy set up the Big Surprise in the living room.

Wanna see what it is?

Are you ready?

Sure?

A SLIDE!

I wish I could have gotten a picture of Benjamin’s face when he first saw it, but, like I said, I was too busy leading them out of the toyroom. Josh has a great video of it. Maybe he’ll share. 🙂

Olivia was a great sister and caught him at the bottom every time:

Until we told her to stop because it seemed he was doing quite well on his own.

He promptly flew off the bottom of the slide and hit his head on the hard wood floor. He wouldn’t go down the slide the rest of the day.

Then we read the warning label on the top of the slide. You know, the label that says, “Don’t place this slide on hard surfaces.” It even specifically mentioned hard wood floors as a no-no.

Oops.

Oh well. He’s over his fear now, except that he won’t go down unless someone is waiting to catch him at the bottom. And I’m more than fine with that. When it warms up (Hello, it was SNOWING yesterday?!), we’ll move the slide outside. And I’ll get my living room back.

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