baby G is three
Can you believe baby G is three years old? Seems like only yesterday they botched my epidural. Graham, on the other hand, thinks he is much older. If you ask him, he says he is four… or ten. Sometimes he says orange. He likes birthdays as much as I do, and was pretty fired up during the happy birthday song…
We celebrated with a doughnut hole cake mound…
Wells and I also made him a birthday cake, but it fell to pieces when we tried to move it from the cooling rack. I used coconut oil instead of vegetable… maybe that was the problem? Anyway, I didn’t want all of Betty Crocker’s effort to go to waste, so I made it into cake balls. All you do is mix the crumbled cake with a tub of icing, roll it into balls, stick in the freezer to set and then dip in white chocolate. They were actually pretty tasty. I said tasty, not cute. Don’t make fun of the wonky sprinkles.
The weekend after his birthday, we had a family party at our house. When people started showing up, he asked when we were leaving. Hmmmm. Leaving to go where, G? “You, know…the jumpy things place.” Oops.
Lily came up early with my parents to help decorate. She is a very good poof maker and is probably selling them on Etsy by now. In addition to the child labor, I totally cheated on the food. Nuggets from Chick Fil A, Athenos (roasted pine nut) hummus, Tony’s Tamales, La Guadalupe guacamole and Fresh Market pimento cheese on croissants. G’s cupcakes were also from Fresh Market (thanks for the tip, Ginny!), and they were delicious. At least I made the cheese ball.
The best part of the day was being with all our family that made it to the party. Graham was more than excited to have so many gifts, I mean, guests.
Happy birthday, Graham. You are the cutest, funniest, most fearless kiddo I birthed that is currently three (Wells has recently learned to read). We love you tons.
Sorry about the jumpy things.
PANTS ON DA GROUND, PANTS ON DA GROUND. LOOKING LIKE A G WITH DA PANTS ON THE GROUND.