Here at the circus, another birthday party has come and gone. The only indication that we had a party at all is the coffee maker still sitting on our kitchen counter, and the five thousand new little "My Pretty Ponies" around the house. (It's a whole HERD of them!)
Sweet Pea's birthday is actually on Wednesday. She's declared she will have a "pony party" AND a "dinosaur party." At the 11th hour on Saturday, she also declared she wanted a pie. Not just any pie, one of those "brown ones" she tried and liked. (French Silk (chocolate), of course) I told her that Grandma was making her a CAKE, not a pie, and that didn't seem to matter. She wanted pie. We began calling Erika's Eclair Cake, "Eclair Pie" in an effort to fool Sweet Pea. It didn't really work -- Wednesday, I will be serving French Silk Pie on paper dinosaur plates.
It all went very well, we have a lot of leftovers (fried chicken or mostaccioli, anyone?) and I didn't forget (heh, "forget") to serve any of the yummy desserts people brought.
And the cake... well, the cake was fabulous. Bio-Mom (soon to be known as "Grandma Cookie" because she is very generous with her wonderful baking achievements!) made the cake. Not just any cake, it was a My Pretty Pony cake.
I shall now attempt to describe it to you. It was a sheet cake (half yellow, half chocolate) "meadow" with flowers and ponies wandering in the field. There was also a "pond" with duckies floating in it. The meadow, folks -- looked like real grass. Really. Look
The grassy meadow, and part of the pond. Do you see the duckie?!
The ponies belonged to A.J. when she was Sweet Pea's age
Bio-Mom joked that we would have "grass clippings" everywhere. Bio-Mom used tweezers to place single "jimmies" (or sprinkles) into the center of the flowers.
TWEEZERS, people. Now THAT'S dedication
One of the coolest things about the cake (I thought) was that when you cut into the chocolate side, with the "grass" on top, it looked like dirt.
The whole meadow full of ponies
Obviously, the woman has issues -- and I'm completely grateful. (hee!)
Speaking of issues -- here's a gratutitous picture of me with the birthday girl (scroll by it quickly)
Today, it was Hubby's turn to go up to Milwaukee for the Indy car/Milwaukee Mile. The kids and I hung out at home today. My anticipated day of rest included straightening up the house from the party, builing a dining room table "fort", playing with playdoh, sweeping up technicolor crumbs, eating a lot of leftovers at mealtimes, taking care of the dishes, sweeping the floor another time or two after meals, vacuuming up the cake that landed on the dining room carpet, watching "The Music Man", and, at one point, actually sitting down and looking through a magazine. It was a pretty good day, though. Nice, restful... no one did anything they didn't want to do. Heh, in fact, the girls didn't get out of their pajamas until around 3:30pm.
So, good party on Saturday, good day on sunday.
As I type this, the kids are outside in the backyard getting crazy, running around, acting like lunatics. I'll have to herd them back into the house in a bit for baths and bedtime.
Life is good.