The white icing, the tiny flowers, the pretty springtime piping... the baby on top...
I went to Sam's Club with my mom and Jake to pick out Katie's birthday cake (she couldn't come for some reason... I think it was a church night for her) and I took about 15 pictures of *pictures* of cakes from their book.
And there were a. lot. of. cakes. There were Dora cakes, Princess cakes, Fairy cakes, flower cakes... a huge variety and it was hard to decide which ones she would like, because I didn't want her to have too many options but wanted to give her enough options so she would feel part of the whole birthday decision process (since I decided on pretty much everything else, especially her cake decree. I had to put my foot down because *three* cakes would have been excessive!).
So I was ready to sit with her and discuss the options and go with whichever cake she, the Birthday Girl, wanted. Which I did. I showed her the pictures and she weeded them out till we ended up with this, her dream cake:
I didn't know why the lady taking the order (on the day before I needed the cake, because I'm a planner like that) asked me if I wanted a baby with a pink diaper, blue diaper, or green diaper.
It made absolutely no sense to me at all... until I pulled up the picture on my phone and zoomed in on the center. And realized I had included a baby shower cake in with all of the birthday cakes. And *that's* the cake the Birthday Girl chose.
I think I stuttered a bit before asking if the baby really needed to be added to the cake... or maybe (in a very hopefull voice) they had some 4-year-old plastic kid decorations back there they could use? They didn't.
I was a little bummed but decided that it was still a really pretty cake and Katie chose it herself so I placed my order with... (after asking just once more if they had anything that could go in place of the baby. They didn't) ahem, with my head held high. Shower, smauwer!
Katie loved her cakes (I'm weak... the kiddos *needed* a cute Dora cake too and I knew we would totally eat it... eventually) and had a great birthday party and that's all I really wanted.
(Well, that and a little left over cake. It was really yummy!)
My brother created this blog for me as a baby gift when my first was born. Coincidentally, I was thinking about starting a blog but was too tired to 1) figure out how to set one up, 2) figure out how to use it, and 3) figure out how to be a mom.
Katie was born in April of 2006. She’s sweet, a rule follower, and is very... assertive. She likes to enforce (her) rules, use scissors, and read. I clean up a lot of paper scraps and mediate between her and Jacob a lot.
Jacob came along in February of 2009. He's mischievous, silly, and so sweet. He likes to give hugs and smile. He also colors on walls and likes to use the water dispense on our fridge. I clean up a lot of water off of the floor and carpet. I’ve gotten good at rushing to the kitchen while avoiding toys and kids when I hear someone using the water dispenser. I also hope to repaint... someday.
Back in 2010 I decided to change the name of my blog to One Boy, One Girl, One Blog. Thought it had a nice ring to it.
Jackson was born in June of 2011. He likes to be cuddled and smiles at everyone (except that guy at church with the big, booming voice...). He loves to watch his brother and sister play and he'll stand next to their little table till his legs get tired. He's also sleeping in his crib all night. It's a little sad when I realize how fast he's growing up but after I lay him down for the night and I know he's not going to wake up every 3-4 hours, I'm okay with it.
So, six years and 3 kids later, after many hugs, lots of “I love mommy” pictures, waist high wall art, extensive experience identifying spills and (oh joy) cleaning them up, and falling into bed at night with a big sigh, I've kind of figured out that my sanity really depends on my ability to relax and do a lot of laughing. And to (try to) let go of any thoughts of perfection I may have had at one time.
Because kids are messy. And I can't be in three places at once.