I'm stopping right now, in the midst of preparations for Jackson's birthday party tonight, because my feet hurt. Like they were nine-month pregnant feet instead of a mere five. I should have put on some good shoes today. I remembered this afternoon, after they were hurting, but by then it was too late.
I have made a "Magic Schoolbus Cake" at Jackson's request. It is not my most outstanding culinary achievement. Marissa had checked out this book from the library about how to construct all of these fun little cakes, just in time for Jackson's birthday. He loved the schoolbus cake. So, I am obliging. It's kind of my tradition to make good old-fashioned from scratch cakes for birthdays, hopefully ones that will be tasty. Confession #1--I used a box mix today. Confession #2--it is really hard to frost a cake that has been cut and stacked to resemble a schoolbus (think crumbs, lots and lots of crumbs). Consequently, my yellow schoolbus looks like it has been doing a whole lot of off-roading (should have used a yellow cake mix, not chocolate!). Oh, well, It's the thought that counts, and the fact I have delighted my almost four-year old boy. He's had some pretty high expectations for this birthday. I wish I would have kept a list of everything he requested "for my birthday" over the last YEAR. I'm sure it would be hilarious.
Tomorrow should be quiet. But Sunday should do me in. ;o) First, it will "officially" be Jackson's birthday, there is church, a possible lunch at Val's, going to see "Julie and Julia" with my mom and sister, a 5:00 Girls of Grace meeting, and wrapping all that up with evening church. Definitely a full day. Thankfully, it looks like there will be a whole lot of sitting involved, and I think my feet should be okay. ;o)
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