This week is the kids' birthday. I keep readjusting my (our) purposes and goals. So, this year, we said goodbye to the bouncy-house home party and hello to the out-of-home-activity kids only, none-of-mommy's-friends-on-the-floor-please-party. Why? You ask. Well, first, I figured I'd let someone else handle the panic attack of being swarmed by cake breathed precious children when presents are being opened. That, and the Olympics sparked Max & Lucy's interest in gymnastics. Considering my kids are now 6 years old and the size of most of the gymnasts NOW, we had their party there in hopes it's a phase and after the party, we can move on to training to beat Phelps' records. I digress.
Still, we had a sweet and homey feel because I will travel with scrapbooks. I took them to the party and made everyone look at them. And also, my great pal, Nikki-TheCakeMakingDiva, made their cakes. Aren't they beautiful and perfect!? Both Max and Lucy were were in awe of Nikki-TheCakeMakingDiva's love poured into and expressed in cake. Seriously y'all, it was so sweet.
It's probably good to point out that Nikki-TheCakeMakingDiva hosted a family birthday party later that night, but after making those great cakes, she was caked out, and went and bought a cake! My little twirps over her family. How sweet is that!? Probably not so sweet to HER family, but to us, it was sweet. And they look and TASTE so good!
I love birthdays because I love cake! They got one each at the party, cupcakes at school for their classes on their birthday, and then ofcourse, we HAVE TO HAVE a homemade cake on their actual birthday.
I can't help but every year realizing that their birthday is more of a celebration for me, than them. It's not even overcompensating at this point. It could be that these kids coming into life began my life. Wow that was deep. Whew. Take a minute. You good? Perhaps it's the reflection of my fun pregnancy, and the dropping to my knees for great thanks for how healthy and remarkable our labor and delivery was. Tonight, I told the kids, "Six years ago- at this time today, we were in the hospital and mommy conned her doctor to give her some food, and mommy didn't care if I was in labor, my sweet babies wanted their last supper - in the womb."
Or I'll say, "Lucy, you're 6, but you're brother's still 5 right now!" Because they are an hour and a half apart. Yes, they really are. Seriously. And then Lucy looks at me and says, "Well, where's my cake?!"
Then Max tattles on Lucy like she just did it, just now, "Well, you cried until I came out!"
Then Lucy fires back, "Yeah, well you didn't want to come out! And YOU made mommy wait!"
Then they unite forces against me, "MOOOOOMMMMM, where's our cake?"
"I'll call Nikki."
Six years. My kids survived me for 6 years, and not one visit from CPS. I deserve cake for that.
That's how I roll.
Let them eat cake!
it's so hard to believe that they are 6. They grow too fast. Those are some pretty cakes though.