This weekend involved lots of self-pity and wallowing-y moments, but it did have some bright spots. It wasn’t all gloom and horrors, no; not really.
Since Independence Day is our country’s birthday (in a fashion) we celebrated the way we celebrate all birthdays in this house: we had a cake decorating party. And how can one be gloomy when there is cake? It’s hardly possible.
There was frosting:
There were toppings, in an appropriate color palette:
There was, of course, a cake to be decorated:
S4 commenced the requisite Taste-Testing of the Frosting (all-important, after my last fiasco with buttercream):
…and the verdict is….
…we’re good to go!
There aren’t many opportunities to photograph when you’re swishing frosting on a cake AND trying to keep your busy little helpers from swishing frosting on each other, the table, the chairs, the windows, etc. Thus, you must trust me when I tell you that we frosted the cake.
Then came the fun part. Toppings!
Of course, no amount of admonishing my offspring about saving the toppings for the cake could keep them from sampling the goodies.
At least they got some on the cake, right?
Speaking of cake, they did a really nice job.
And how could one have a birthday cake without candles on it?
Yes, those are sparklers on the cake. It’s the Fourth Of July, which might as well be “Fireworks Day” in our neck of the woods. Gotta have the sparklers.
And in case you think we aren’t cool or something, let me just say this:
Yeah, Duff Goldman. Take THAT.
In other happy-picture news, I peeked out at the garden yesterday, and guess what I saw? A baby tomato!! It’s so teeny tiny, but it’s there! And my other tomato plants have flowers! Wooot!
And there’s more. Oh, yeah, baby, there’s more. Like, my first nasturtium bloom:
Nevermind that little bit of red lettuce poking up on the right. It was in my salad today.
Meanwhile, we have a wicked cucumber plant doing all sorts of acrobatics on the trellis:
Do you see the little flower near the ground? How exciting is that?!
Sigh. Doesn’t that just make you smile? It does me. I can’t wait for all the plant sex to start. It’s very exciting.
It appears that the secret to happiness- in my case, at least – is to set cakes on fire and film plant pornography.
I must be really, really tired.