Brielle turned ten, and Max turned three.
For the last several months, Brielle had been planning an elaborate birthday party for herself. The short list of girls to be invited to her party had 17 girls on it.
So last week, we gave her a choice. She could either have the party, or a nice gift from us.
After several days of deep thought and contemplation, she really surprised us, and decided on the gift instead of the party. (thus saving me a great deal of work, stress, and expense :0)
We took her to the sporting goods store, and she chose a pair of these!
Since her Birthday, she has been rolling all over the house.
Max, being three, did not get to choose between a party or a gift, because let's face it, there's no way I'm going to have a party for a bunch of three year olds. I did that one time, and learned my lesson. In fact, I'm still having nightmares about the experience.
We asked Max what he wanted for his birthday, and he says "I want a zamboni cake."
A zamboni cake?
ME: "Max honey, is there anything else you might want?"
Max: "Yes, I want Spongebob to be driving the zamboni cake!"
A zamboni cake with Spongebob driving it.
Well, I DID ask.
Seriously, where do they come up with these things? It's kind of like when Aaron was three and wanted to be a car wash for Halloween.
So I asked Max "What kind of a present do you want for your birthday?"
Max: "A red present!"
Me: "What do you want INSIDE the red present?"
Max: "A yayo (yellow) present!"
Me: "What do you want INSIDE the yellow present?"
Max: "A blue present!"
Me: "What do you want INSIDE the blue present?"
Max: "A purple present!"...................
Apparently, he just wanted to open a bunch of presents. So we did what any parents would do, and the day before his birthday, we took him to Toys R us to let him choose what he wanted. We called it "The present store."
Max has recently discovered all of the "Blues clue's" videos that I bought when Aaron was born. (I got them to keep CJ and Brielle from fighting just long enough for me to feed Aaron)
Max LOVES Blues clues. We thought we might be able to find him a stuffed Blue, or some other Blues clues type toy.
We looked all around Toys R us, and couldn't find anything, (Except for the fort building set that caught Max's eye, which I almost considered buying for him until I saw how many pieces were inside, and since I didn't want to have all those pieces all over the floor, so I could step on them barefoot in the middle of the night, I told Max that it was only for kids over 4)
We finally hunted down an employee, and asked where they kept all the Blues clues stuff.
Apparently, they don't make Blues clues toys anymore, but they did still have a few "handy dandy notebooks" and a video.
We bought the two things and got out of there fast.
When we got home, I realized that I had forgotten something really important. It's called:
"Don't take your three year old to the store to pick out his own presents the day before his birthday unless you plan on giving him the gifts as soon as you get home."
Because apparently on the ride home from the store, he won't forget that you bought him some nifty items and he wants to play with them NOW.
So we, being the mean parents that we are, wouldn't let him play with his new toys, and Max was VERY sad.
He was refusing to take a much needed nap, and I almost gave in thinking that I would let him play with them and then go ahead and wrap them up the next day for his birthday, but then DH pointed out that if we did that, we would be teaching him that if he cries long enough that he would eventually get what he wants.
So I took Brielle, and we went to the store to buy stuff for the birthday cakes, leaving sad little Max home with Daddy ;0)
Before I started to make the cakes, I went to google images to get a picture of a zamboni to copy for Max's cake. The second photo that came up in the search was (and I'm not kidding, it really was) a picture of a zamboni with Spongebob driving it!
It was a sign.
(I tried to find the photo again to post it here, but it was gone)
So after several hours of hard work, and an upset stomach from tasting too much fondant, I finally came up with this.
Brielle, who loves and collects pigs, wanted a pig cake.
They were quite tasty, and didn't last nearly long enough, considering the amount of time that I put into them. Oh well, I guess I'm just glad that we got photos.
Change of subject
I don't post any photos of our family on my blog (you know, so we can avoid all of those crazy internet stalkers who would find us, and show up at our house wanting a slice of pig cake) however, we recently had an artist draw a very nice portrait of our family. I must say that the likeness of everyone is very good, especially me, because I really am that thin :0)
Really, I am.
Here it is!