I am in the midst of a pre-party FREAK OUT because Ruthie’s birthday party is on Saturday and my house looks like, you know, two toddlers and an infant live in it. Not to mention Scott’s twin (yes, my husband is a twin!) and his family are staying with us this weekend, so the guest bedrooms and bathroom must be prepared as well. The girls always have a blast with their little cousins, though, and Scott and I enjoy having some adult friends to hang out with too! I am so excited about both the party and the twin-laws coming to stay, but there is just so much that needs to be done!
When my mom used to run around like a chicken with its head cut off (sorry for the slightly grotesque Southern expression, but it accurately describes the scenario) before guests came over when we were growing up, my siblings and I used to roll our eyes at her. Never again, Mom! I had no idea all that went into entertaining (when you are doing it right, that is).
Anyway, my husband’s 30th birthday was yesterday! Happy birthday, my love! When Ruthie woke up yesterday morning and I informed her it was her Daddy’s birthday, she asked if we could make him a cake. I feel like I tell my girls “no” so often, it felt good to reply with a “yes!” She was so excited.
Unfortunately, I had no ingredients with which to make a cake, so I had to pack all the girls up in the minivan and head to the grocery store. Thank you, random man in the parking lot, for helping me clip that annoying clip in the back of my Ergo when I was trying to strap Wren on, by the way. Any awkwardness by your offer was totally outweighed by my gratitude.
We made it back to the house, ingredients in hand in time to have some lunch and start making the cake!
Ruth is always such a little helper. No matter what you are doing, she wants to help out. The prospect of making Daddy a cake on his birthday thrilled her to no end. Rose was clearly only in it for the spoon licking. We made the batter and put it in the oven (well I did that part). Then, Ruth and I made the frosting while Rose lost interest and entertained Wren.
Once the frosting was finished, the girls took their naps while the cake baked. I took it out of the oven when it was ready and let it cool. When the girls woke up from their naps, Ruth was quick to remind me that she needed to finish the cake. So I got out the frosting and the Disney Princess decorations and sprinkles and let them have at it. We were in the midst of all the fun when Daddy arrived home from work.
I think more of that frosting made it into Rosie’s mouth than the cake, but oh well.
I like to call the following photos: “Rosie, smile! Smile, Rosie!”
The finished product!
And there you have it! A Pinterest worthy yellow cake with vanilla buttercream icing, compliments of two sweet toddlers. We love you, Daddy! Can’t wait for our next thirty years, God willing. It makes me ridiculously excited that we will be spending our next thirty together. Love you.