Okay, so blogging has been a little light… for the past thirteen months or so. No more.
I have some older stuff to get to, but the most recent happening here was Tina’s birthday… I forget which one, I think it was 29?
Because I had a toothache, and she is a far better cook, she got roped into baking her own birthday cake. I tried, honest, and took all three kids to our local Super Target while Tina was out of town for grocery shopping. While there, I planned to get a store-bought cake, but it was about 6 PM and nobody seemed to be around in the bakery. So we bought a Duncan Hines mix, frosting in a can, and some sprinkles and decorative write-your-name frosting.
I meant to do the baking, really I did.
But it was a fun thing for Tina to do with the kids, and this way she was guaranteed to have a cake that was actually edible, right?
All our kids are very mom-centric, and even moreso when she is doing something they all want to be part of anyhow, such as bake a birthday cake. But at least I was there to take the pictures.
Everybody wants to help, but apparently thinks the mixer is just too dang loud.
I think this was Kate’s first experience with licking the beater after the batter was poured. Presumably it won’t be her last.
And of course the upshot of all that slaving away, watching mommy work in the kitchen, is that you get a yummy cake!
Sam agrees. I’m not sure that I’ve seen this expression before.
Finally, we opened mommy’s gifts, once again revealing daddy’s complete lack of thoughtfulness in gift-giving. (Another DVD? Really?) However, I think she liked the classic Emmitt Smith jersey; hopefully she’ll wear it while watching some Cowboys games with Poppy when the season starts. (She said, “What, were you afraid I’d have a crush on Romo or something?” Truthfully, I was just glad to come up with Emmitt Smith, and to be aware enough of football not to ask how he did last season.)