birthday goodness...

Count those Good n Plenty's and you'll know how old I turned on Sunday.  Yikes!  Let's just say it's my last year as a 30-something.  Really?

It was a happy day anyway.  The Husband brought me breakfast in bed, his famous cheesy eggs and a tall glass of orange juice.  Pinky and I shared them while she chirped away happily and then toddled off to see what her siblings were up to.  I lingered in bed and read.  Princess and Cha-cha brought me beautifully hand-drawn cards accompanied by lots of hugs and kisses.  The Boy designed me a clever Lego cake on the computer.  Pinky and I snuggled together for an afternoon nap.

I woke to the smell of something vanilla-y baking.  Yum.  The Boy casually came upstairs and asked me how to make "cream."  I told him you had to buy cream and that we didn't have any.  He was crestfallen.  I wheedled.  He admitted he was making a cake and wanted cream for the top.  I told him frosting would be good, too.  He left the room and returned with a printout of a frosting recipe with odd amounts and measurements but amazingly accurate ingredients.  I asked him where he got it.  He told me he'd made it up.  I suggested looking in one of my cook books or online for a recipe .  He came back with a printed recipe that he'd googled.  We agreed it looked good and he left to complete his masterpiece.

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Didn't it turn out great!? It was delicious and he was so proud. I was proud. My sweet 11-year old boy. So thoughtful. We gobbled it up with cherry-vanilla icecream before the Husband made us dinner. Lasagna, salad and rolls followed by a family wii tournament. Not a bad way to celebrate the day, wouldn't you say?

Mom I love you
You make me happy
even when I'm cranky