For John’s half-birthday on Monday, I made
him us (let’s be real here) a chocolate cake with buttercream frosting and topped it with peanut butter cups. No baking disasters to report – just yummy yummy chocolate cake. The frosting was a bit much. Bonus: the house smelled like chocolate cake for a few hours.
We (I) sang happy half-birthday to John, which he insists wasn’t necessary, but hey – whose fake holiday does he think this is? We gave Jack three bites of cake, hoping we weren’t dooming ourselves to a toddler on a sugar-high with even that little bit, but he went to bed okay. Poor exhausted baby – without his nap, he’s awake for 12 hours in a row every day now.