BIRTHDAY #6

Last year, we had a big bash at the bowling alley, but this year, we were saving up for our trip to Florida. (More on that later). We elected to do a simple party at home with grandparents and some friends from kindergarten. The weather at the end of May can be unpredictable, but we were lucky. It was perfect.

A couple of months before their birthday, they discovered Pac Man. We didn’t hear anything from their computers except the Pac Man theme music and that AWAH-AWAH-AWAH sound that Pac Man makes when he is moving around the screen. I’m not complaining. I’m glad that they found something that doesn’t involve blood and guns and gore and fists and death. It was just a LOT.

So, Meatball decided that he wanted a Pac Man cake. Since we were keeping costs low, I had decided to make their cakes instead of buying them or paying someone to decorate. I’m not a complete dunce. I can decorate a few things. Besides, how hard can Pac Man be? He’s an incomplete circle for Pete’s sake… And, the ghosts? Easy baby! He even found a cake decorating tutorial for me on the internet!


Shortly after we discovered Pac Man, we also discovered Wreck It Ralph with its exciting game: Sugar Rush. This was the BOMB, and soon they were racing their cars online as often as we would allow them to. Again, I was fine with this because nobody dies. Awesome.

Peanut decided that he wants a cake in the shape of Vanellope Von Schweetz’s car. This was a bit more difficult request, but I managed to pull it off. I just had to bake the cake in different sized pans and freeze it often as I cut it and contoured it into the correct shape for a car.


Friends came over, and games were played. We did the sit-on-the-balloon game, but they were water balloons and therefore not very big and easily popped. That means when they put the balloon on the grass, it basically popped without anyone sitting on it. We played on the swings, and one of their classmates climbed to the top and jumped off – easily 15 feet up – but his mom didn’t seem concerned about it, and he didn’t break anything, so all’s well that ends well. We had a piñata.

There was cake and chips and cookies and snow cones and dips and crackers. We did provide a fruit and veggie platter, but the only people that ate from it was the grown-ups.

Then, the presents. Their friends were generous as were their grandparents and Aunt Sid. It was a great day, but I couldn’t help but be sad on occasion. What happened to my babies?