Holy Cow! I'm a parent.
I remember the first time we took Monkey out to Trick-or-Treat.
I felt like I was out of my body looking down on us...
It really hit me that I was 'the mom' now.
Over the past 4 years, there have been other 'I'm the mom now' moments...
and I just encountered one of them.
Monkey had his very first birthday party that included his little friends.
Until now, its just been family.
we were so excited.
He debated over his cake...
Here is what he ended up with...
Didn't I do a good job?
...ordering the cake from our local bakery, that is.
I was a little concerned about the gray/silver icing.
It reminded me of the 'Steel Magnolia's'...
the armadillo groom's cake...
So the party was in full force.
Kids were running around, having a grand time.
Presents were opened.
It was time for the cake.
Took the picture of Monkey with his cake, lit the candle, sang the song...
Time to cut the cake.
No big deal.
Cut the cake.
Put a piece of cake on the plate.
Put some ice cream on the plate.
Put a spoon on the plate.
Give to kiddo.
Right. Not so easy.
Turns out, I have no clue how to cut a cake.
Um... my mom has always done it.
And Monkey has had cupcakes at his previous birthday parties...
But here I was...
it was my show now.
Oh, how I failed.
Some pieces were big, some were small...
What a mess.
I gave the kids choices....
chocolate or white cake?
strawberry, chocolate, or vanilla ice cream?
From now on, its white cake/vanilla ice cream.
Oh the pressure.
The kids were crowding around me, tugging on my shirt
there were other moms there (probably laughing at me)
My mom and dad were there... NOT helping
Poor Hubs was scooping the ice cream, and trying to keep me calm.
Fortunately, the kids loved the cake
Party number two was rolling around... the one for family.
This time, we just got a simple little cake from the bakery.
Several family members ended up sick, party postponed.
Now what to do with the cake???
I sat and looked at this stupid cake.
I probably even swore at it.
Know what I did???
I cut it up.
Yes I did.
I cut it up.
Even without the pressure, I still couldn't get the pieces to end up in equal sizes...
Oh well, we ate it anyway.
We finally got to have the family birthday party last weekend...
what to know how the cake turned out?
Forget it, we went to the local pizza parlor!
On a sidenote--- I was so frazzled after the cake incident at the friends party,
that I forgot to hand out the goody bags.
Note to self-
Cupcakes for Monkey's Birthday party next year.