I swear my son’s birthday has me channeling Martha Stewart. This year, for the first time, he really understands what a birthday party is all about. He said he wanted one, told me who to invite, what he wanted his cake to look like and where to hang the banner that says “Happy Birthday”. In response, the house has been turned upside down in the cleaning and I’ve been on a wild shopping trip or two. Joseph has been counting the days, so excited I think he may wiggle out of his little skin by the time party time arrives.
And Martha Stewart? Joseph wanted a train cake. So I made a pound cake, frosting it in white. Then the last little bit of frosting got tinted green, to be spread on inverted ice cream cones to provide trees. Melted chocolate served to draw tracks, and Joseph placed Thomas the Tank engine cake toppers where he wanted them on the tracks. Snow on trees and tracks was provided by powdered sugar. It’s not the sort of thing I ever would have thought of putting together before I had a son. It took a fair amount of time. And it was more than worth it, to see that wiggly excited happy little boy.