No Ace-of-Cakes

My hubby and I enjoy watching the Food Network show called Ace of Cakes. This guy and his staff can do the most amazing cakes. You really should check them out. My hubby is quite artistic and I love to bake, so we decided to try our hand at cake decorating. We made a cake for my sister-in-law's baby shower. It took us almost 2 whole days to complete it but it was well worth it for Mrs. M.

We, my hubby and I, did come to the conclusion that we would have to be doing some major practicing before we would consider setting up our own cake bakery. You can also admire my wonderful picture taking abilities. My hubby is the photographer, not I (and yes the cake is a wee bit lop-sided).

Star Wars, Slip-n-Slides and Squirting Boys

Saturday was Mr. I's 5th birthday and it was a blast. He is REALLY into Star Wars (and I mean really, he plays some type of Star Wars EVERY SINGLE DAY). He wanted a star wars cake of Luke and Darth Vader fighting with their light sabers, not an easy task. You can check out our cake below, mind you we are no Duff Goldman.


That cake was enjoyed by many happy children and some uncertain ones too.



We also broke out the slip-n-slide for the hot day. I am not sure who enjoyed it more...the kids or the adults. The older boys, mainly my husbands brothers and cousins (who were visiting from Wyoming) decided to have a slip-n-slide competition. A good portion of that slipping and sliding was done on the grassy hill past the slip-n-slide. They were lathering up their chest with dish soap to see who could go the furthest. They used whatever they could for markers. It was a riot. Enjoy the pictures.



As for the squirting, that would be Lil Mr. N deciding that as soon as I opened up his diaper he was going to christen poor Aunt A. A very laughable moment and a pretty good bloggable moment also.

HAPPY 5TH BIRTHDAY MR. I

All Fish Go To Heaven!?!?!?!?!?

No need for any theological debates here, it is just a silly title. Saturday morning while cooking breakfast my dear husband cried wolf, only this time it was really a wolf (or a dead fish). I don't know how many times in the past 3 years my husband has joked around about one of the fish dying. It really isn't that funny, is it? A dear friend of the family (thanks Uncle Hank) had given Mr. N a beta fish for his 4th birthday. He was red and Mr. N named him Robert. He fed him (most of the time), watched him and talked to him on a regular basis. Always wanted to be sure he was well taken care of. Well, Robert has met his maker. I was very apprehensive of telling the boys that Robert was gone. Mr. N was heartbroken. He cried on and off the whole day. He went through all the stages of grief.
Denial - "Are you sure his dead, maybe he's asleep of just pretending."
Anger -"Well, if dad had changed the water like I asked him to 2 weeks ago maybe he wouldn't have died" (point taken-way to go DAD) =)
Bargaining - "I'll never forget to feed him again if he comes back to life"
Depression - "I am just so sad, can we put stones around his grave" "Can I visit him again"
Acceptance - "Well, Robert was old" "Can I get a new one?"

Oh yes and we did (get a new that is). We opted for a female beta. Bluie Girl has joined Bluie Boy (Mr. I's fish) and the boys are absolutely positive they are falling in love. So Mr. N's broken heart is healing even though he wants to make sure that everyone knows Robert is not replaceable and that Robert has gone to fishy heaven. Not really the time to discuss any theological ideas regarding heaven and animals. So we have survived the first death of a family pet with no known psychological scars.