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Kids say the darndest things

June 17, 2011 / / 0 Comments

Daughter: How long do I have to weed?
Me: 30 minutes.
Daughter (flabergastedly): 30 minutes? That’s like….half an hour!
Me (thinking) I’m so glad your education hasn’t been wasted on you.

Other daughter, as we were driving to our favorite mexican place with the FREE all you can eat chips and salsa before the meal. Remember that one time when we ate at Los Hermanos and we totally filled up on Chips and salsa and couldn’t finish our dinner?
(What? That ONE time? Do you mean EVERY time?)

After shopping with three kids at three different stores, daughter said, when I asked her to stop drinking my water and hand it over, “maybe if you were hydrated, you wouldn’t be so irritable.”

Thank you.

Spring Break Fun–or what we’ve been up to this week

April 15, 2011 / / 2 Comments

It’s our Spring Break around here, but we haven’t been totally slacking. Yes, there has been some sleeping in and some lounging around reading books, but we can’t do THAT all week, could we? Well, some of us could. Others are wanting to be more entertained.

Cole, actually, is the lucky one this week. Ryan’s brother called Sunday night to see if Cole would like to go to Disneyland with them the next day. Their son had invited a friend, who had to have emergency surgery and couldn’t go. So, Cole got to go. which is nice, since he didn’t go with us when WE went to Disneyland in January. So, he’s having a totally different spring break than we are!

Monday night we went to Provo to see the Carl Bloch exhibit at the BYU museum of art. If you haven’t taken the chance to see this FREE exhibit, you really should. We wandered through a few other exhibits, too. Strangely enough, the kids really liked the war posters.
We had to explain things about ‘saving fat’ and war bonds and things, but it was an interesting display.

We also liked this huge stack of books. Yes, it’s art. And very cool.

A $5 bucket of chalk is definitely a spring break necessity. The kids and friends spent several hours (on the one nice weather day) drawing with chalk. Yes, they’ll probably go through the whole box in one week, but that’s ok.

Colorful creations are always welcome on my driveway and sidewalk, even if they are just going to get rained and snowed on.

My girls wanted to go and do baptisms at the temple, so on Tuesday I took them there. The smaller kids and I did some errands and killed some time waiting for them. They said it was SO CROWDED and they had to wait a long time. That just makes me happy that so many kids were doing temple service during their spring break!

Wednesday we planned to go ice skating. I had checked the Peaks Arena website, and Wed was the only day this week that they were open early, so we got ourselves ready and over there by noon. Jenna, in particular, has really been bugging us to go ice skating. We tried a few weeks ago when we got an invitation from our mortgage company for a free night of skating, but when we went, it was SO CROWDED that we seriously couldn’t find anywhere to park. We just left. So, when we got there this time, there were hardly any cars in the parking lot! Which was encouraging, until we saw the sign on the door that said, “Due to mechanical difficulties, we will not be open until 2:00”. Ugh. That won’t work, as John had a baseball practice later in the afternoon. I had planned to skate from 12-2. There must be a curse on us that we can’t actually GO ice skating. Maybe roller skating would be better. Well, I was scrambling for something fun (and cheap) to do, so I picked up food and we went to a fun park in Pleasant Grove.

We had a fun time playing there for the afternoon, and got home in time to take John to baseball practice and the girls and I planted three tiny apricot trees in the yard. We still have three cherry trees to get to, but our days of sunshine and temps above 39 degrees have been limited.

Thursday we decided to go to Thanksgiving point, to one of our favorite places, the dinosaur museum. The kids can spend hours there, building, digging, and exploring. After 3 hours, we still had to drag John out of there. I decided on the way home that it would be a perfect date night for Ryan and I, so I stopped and picked up a couple of movies from redbox, and got tacos and pizza for them. Perfect! Then Ryan and I went to see Limitless. Not the best movie I’ve ever seen, but an enjoyable date night, nevertheless.

Today is Friday, and I’ve promised to take a certain daughter of mine to buy shoes. And she’s nagging me almost to death. She’s got talent for persistence, that one. We’ve also got to make dinner and take it to someone in my neighborhood, and Megan gets to babysit tonight. Natalie gets to take care of the neighbor’s dog while they are out of town. So, as you can see, there’s still lots of ‘excitement’ around here. I’m hoping I can find friends for the kids to play with so they won’t just be hanging around the house all day.

So, even though we haven’t done much, didn’t go anywhere, we’ve been enjoying our spring break week. Now, if we can just get a little bit more “spring” in the weather, that would help.

Spring Break 2011

April 9, 2011 / / 2 Comments

Well, our Spring break is starting off….cold. Snowy and 38 degrees isn’t my ideal weather pattern, but I guess we just enjoy our days off trapped together in the house. Sigh.

Friday night, the elementary school hosted a beach party. I wasn’t really sure what all that entailed, but the kids REALLY wanted to go. Hmmm.

We were hosting a party for Megan and her friends at 7, but I agreed to take Jenna and John to the beach party from 5-7. And then I wouldn’t have to make dinner because I would feed them an overpriced hot dog meal at the school. So, even though it was cold and snowy, we dug around and found whatever “beach wear” we could find, and headed off to the school after we picked up one of John’s friends.

After eating our “dinner” and I use that term VERY generously, we headed to the gym where the dance action was happening. Imagine a whole bunch of kids, all in their shorts and flip flops, hanging loose on the dance floor. And many of the parents were dancing, too.

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John was such a wild and crazy dancer that I couldn’t really even get a good picture of him.

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Jenna was gettin down, too!

She even started a congo line with several friends, and it seemed like they were really having fun.

The whole thing was put on not by the school or the PTA, but by the dance DJ, who had a discoball and everything. I think he brought the concessions, too.

When they did a ‘parent’s dance’, I found my kids and forced them to dance with me asked them to dance.

Whether they wanted to dance with their old mom or not.

It was a fun party.

We didn’t stay all that long, however, because at about 6:30, John’s little friend came and found me and told me that he wasn’t feeling well. Uh, oh. I definitely don’t want a sick kids on my hands, especially a sick kid who isn’t even my kid. So, I told the kids we would leave in 10 more minutes. Luckily, they got to do the Hokey Pokey before I had to drag them away.

When we got home, Megan was ready and waiting for her friends to come over. They did come, and she had a fun informal ‘party’ of snacking, laughing and movie watching. We joined in to watch Inception (weird), which went WAY too long. The party was supposed to end at 10:30, and the movie went until 10:45. Sorry, parents. And since Ryan was out of town this week, I didn’t even have him to man the late night activities. Thankfully, the girls’ parents all came to pick them up and I didn’t have to drive anyone home.

Saturday, we awoke to MORE snow. Ick.
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I told the kids to dig out the boots and snow stuff, because they were MAKING a snowman today! Less than enthused, they did actually go outside and have some fun there for about an hour.

And make a snowman they did. I have no idea how long this snow will last, or how long it will keep snowing. My hope is that it warms up by Monday so we can have a fun week of jumping on the tramp, riding bikes and playing with friends.

Hey, who said, “Good luck with that?”
I heard you.

Happy Birthdays

April 7, 2011 / / 1 Comment

It’s spring birthday time around here. Cole and Megan have birthdays 9 days apart.

When they were little we used to sometimes combine the celebration, but now they don’t want anything like that.

Cole
Cole is now 17. SEVENTEEN! How can he possibly be that old? Or more importantly how can I be that old? Ahem. Moving on.

Cole had the misfortune of having his birthday the day after Ryan and I got home from our New York Trip. Or, if you want to get technical about it, it was the day we got home, since we came home VERY late the night before. He also decided to go and take a practice AP test in the morning. So, by the time he was done with that, we were all up and functioning, but we had no big party plans. Natalie volunteered to make a cake, but sadly, that cake wouldn’t come out of the pans, so it became a trifle. And not a very pretty one at that. He called from the test and asked if he could invite a few friends over and have a movie and game day party. Fine. So, that was his party. He and five or so friends watched Lord of the Rings 2 and 3, then played some games. I did my hostess duties and served food and stayed out of their way.

Megan

Megan turned 15 on Monday. FIFTEEN! Now we’re going to have to go through the whole learning to drive thing AGAIN, and I can’t believe my baby girl is that old! Ack! Where has the time gone? For her birthday, I wanted to try to make it a special day, even though we weren’t having a big party, and it was a Monday. So I sent out a plea to my friends to all send her birthday texts throughout the day. Because she HATES to draw attention to herself or even let people know that it’s her birthday. Whose child is she, anyway? Well, I can’t let her birthday just pass without her friends knowing about it, so I thought the text thing was fun. I also made little muffins and took them to my neighbor who was driving morning carpool and asked her to give them to the kids and tell them it was Megan’s birthday. Needless to say, she thought that was totally dumb. And I got a text from her specifying the fact that she didn’t need or want special treatment on her birthday. Ha! And then she got TONS of text messages from people she knew and didn’t know, wishing her a happy birthday. My old friend Ken Clayton, who now lives in Singapore, sent her a text wishing her a happy Birthday all the way from Singapore. Even though at first she told me she thought that was weird, hopefully she secretly thought it was cool, and it will make for a memorable birthday.

Then we all went to Texas Roadhouse for dinner. She’s also having a little informal friend party on Friday, where her pals come over and watch movies and play games. I’m not planning anything, and I’ll just break out some snacks and maybe a pizza. Easy birthdays!

I hope they enjoyed their birthdays! These kids are really the greatest, and I love them both, even though they insist on growing older.

When being a parent is hard

April 5, 2011 / / 7 Comments

Without going into too much detail or embarrassing my children (what? NOW you’re worried about embarrassing them?), we are going through a bit of a struggle with one of our kids right now. When there are five children, it seems they often ‘take turns’ being the difficult or worrisome child. Thankfully. There are only two of us parents, and we would go crazy if they were all going through difficulties at the same time. But one will coast along easily for a time, while another goes through something very hard and might need more of our attention and concern. I don’t think there’s ever been a time when they were ALL smoothly sailing at the same time. That might just put us parents out of a job.

Well, this child is……having a difficult time. And while I try to help correct this problem, I wonder if I’m being too hard. I often lose my temper because we’ve been over this a HUNDRED TIMES, and I don’t see why you keep doing this….this THING that is wrong. At times we’ve both been in tears, the child and me. Last week I couldn’t deal with it one. more. time. and pleaded with my husband to “take care of it” because I was so angry I didn’t know if I could control myself. Looking back, I’m angry at myself that I got so emotionally involved and lost my temper.

And I have NO idea how to make them stop. I don’t want to get angry, I don’t want to lose my temper, I don’t want to have to go through this SAME thing over and over and over again. Why can’t you just GET IT? At the same time, I want to just take them in my arms and say it’s ok, I’ll take care of it. Mommy will make it better and you won’t have to worry about it anymore if it’s too hard for you. But then how would the child ever learn? So, I correct and discipline and pray, and try to reinforce that I really do LOVE this child. I would do anything for this child–for all of these children, if it would guarantee them a happy life.

It is then that I catch a glimpse of how our Heavenly Father feels about each one of us. He must look at me and say, ‘Paige, you KNOW that’s not good for you. You KNOW that will not make you happy in the long run. We’ve been over this before, yet you still continue to make the wrong decisions.’ And I’m sure he cried. Yet he still loves me. He still wants what’s best for me. And for you.

I want to be more Christlike in my disciplining,
“Reproving betimes with sharpness, when moved upon by the Holy Ghost; and then showing forth afterwards an increase of love toward him whom thou hast reproved, lest he esteem thee to be his enemy;
That he may know that thy faithfulness is stronger than the cords of death.”

I’m trying.

Trash or Treasure?

March 10, 2011 / / 4 Comments

You know what they say about one person’s trash being another person’s treasure, right? I totally believe that, much to the irritation of my dear husband. He doesn’t always see the ‘vision’ in my garage sale or freecycle acquisitions. But he only grumbles about 75% of the time, so that’s not so bad, right? I’ve learned to not pick up anything ‘for him’ or ‘for him to fix’ because it’s not happenin’.

Why does he doubt me? I’ve found some wonderful stuff! Like that awesome porch swing that fit the space on our porch like it had been custom made for us! The hardware to hang it cost more than the swing itself. But there was some grumbling involved, because it meant that dear husband had to buy the hardware, install the hardware, and hang that swing.

While I can’t say he’s supportive of my garage sale habit, he has at least accepted that I really like to do the garage sale thing, and sometimes I even take the kids along, which lets him sleep in uninterrupted on a Saturday morning. (Who am I kidding? He’ll sleep in uninterrupted even if the kids ARE there.) He will also give me the cash in his wallet when I don’t have any cash. He does, however, always insist on asking how much I paid for an item, and even if it’s a SCREAMING deal, his automatic reaction is usually that I paid too much. Come on, man–a DOLLAR? How can a DOLLAR be too much. Oh, well. I try to ignore his little comments about overpaying, and he tried to ignore my piles of stuff that I don’t quite know what to do with, but isn’t this pretty? I have made some mistakes and bought stuff that really is junk once or twice (there is a little incident over bookshelves that we will never EVER speak of again) and then I tuck my figurative tail between my legs and admit that it was a foolish purchase and a waste of money, and we go on.

A few years ago, I bought this really cool old wine barrel at a garage sale. I paid either about $5 dollars for it. I like the old looking things that have been re-purposed and given new life. And I like barrels. I have one outside in my flowerbeds. So, I muscled this lovely barrel into the back of my van that, like every good garage sale diva knows, sometimes a car has to act like a truck.

As you can see, it’s got fabric lining, little feet on the bottom, and a top that closes. Not really knowing what to do with it, we hauled it upstairs to Megan’s room, and she filled it to the brim with stuffed animals.

Fast forward a few years, and Megan’s room is now Megan and Natalie’s room, and it’s time to make a change and give the girls individual beds instead of a bunkbed. In order to do that, we had to get rid of a few pieces of furniture, and the trunk was one of them. There was much complaining about where the animals were going to go, but it had to go. Taking a chance that someone else out there might love that trunk as much as I had, I listed it on KSL.com. On a whim, I also listed our faithful double jogger stroller/bike trailer, since everyone rides their own bikes, and we don’t really need that anymore. Within minutes of posting the ad, I had someone calling. For the stroller, not the trunk. Dang, I should have listed that for more money, and I shouldn’t have accepted the first low ball offer, just because they were willing to drive over RIGHT away and buy it. Oh, well. I did at least get $125 for that 10 year old stroller.

No interest in the chest thing, though. Not willing to just give it away, I scooted it carefully into the family room and put all the throw blankets that tend to congregate on the couch into the trunk. I still like it, and if I can arrange things to use it in the family room, then so be it. As soon as I realize that it looks pretty good in the family room all useful and full of blankets, I get a call about it. Someone was interested in that barrel.

But…but I just… OK. I had listed it for $100, which I knew was a pretty high amount, so I was ok to come down to $80. And she wanted it right away and was going to send her brother over to pick it up for her. I emptied it out, put the blankets other places, and maneuvered it over to the front door. I’m happy that it has found a new home where someone will hopefully love and appreciate it. She said on the phone she was decorating a pirate room and thought that chest would fit in perfectly.

And I think I scored a pretty sweet deal. Nothing like my good friend Robin, who can buy a plate for $1 and sell it for $150 on EBAY, but at least I made some money on the deal. Not only did I get to use that barrel trunk for several years to store animals in my girls’ room, but I made $75 bucks on it.

So, trash or treasure?
(Ryan, you are not invited to comment on this post, thank you very much.)

Spring Ring–or how I spent my Saturday

March 7, 2011 / / 2 Comments

My Saturday was spent with my bell choir peeps. Can I call them ‘peeps’? Sure, I can.

Every year the American Guild of English Handbell Ringers sponsors a Spring Ring, where bell choirs from all over the state come together for an all day ring session with a guest clinician. Our choir attends every other year, and this is my third time at this event. It’s usually held at a school, in the gym. Imagine if you will 19 bell choirs all set up together in one room, playing the same pieces. Amazing sound. There were 253 of us there.

I must admit I’ve had a little bit of a bad attitude about this before. It’s just such a long day. A LONG day of ringing bells. It’s killer on your feet, legs, back, shoulders, hands….well, it’s just very taxing. And I’m reminded that I’m not young anymore. Getting older every year, in fact.

But our guest clinician, Timothy Waugh, was really amazing. He was so positive and had a wonderful attitude. We weren’t just a whole bunch of choirs playing the same songs, but we were trying our best to tell stories in song. I learned a lot and it was a really good experience. Exhausting, but good.

Thankfully, we brought our own crew, who did all the unloading and loading for us. It’s a HUGE ordeal to move a bell choir of our size, with 7 octaves of bells, chimes in their big old cases, tables, pads, risers, etc. They have to transport all our stuff in a big semi that is rented for the day. We are lucky that way. At the end of the day, we performed a short concert. Four of the choirs performed solos (we were one of those solo performing groups) and we played all six of the songs we had worked on through the day. Although our solo could have gone better, the concert was fun.

After we put everything away and I changed out of my sparkley dress, I was hauling all my stuff out to the parking lot. I had my dress, my purse, a second pair of shoes, my water bottle, and my piece of carpet to stand on. I could barely hold on to all my stuff, and I wandered out to look for my car. Ahem. Excuse me–to look for RYAN’S car. I knew I had parked pretty close, but I couldn’t find it. I kept clicking the “unlock” button hoping the car would blink at me, but no such luck. Our director, Tom, walked by, and asked if I was lost. “I can’t find my car,” I said, feeling really stupid. He asked if I wanted to drive around a look for it, but I was pretty sure I could find it eventually. But then, after walking around some more, I still couldn’t find it. Another friend from the choir stopped and asked if I needed help. I must have looked rather forlorn in my exhausted state hauling all my gear. I took her up on her offer to drive around and look for it. It’s such a small car, and it’s dark grey–not a stand out color–so it’s easy to misplace it, right? Tom pulled around again and rolled down his window. “Are you sure you parked in this lot?” he said. Oh. There’s more than one lot? Hello! So my friend Serena drove me around to the other lot on the OTHER side of the school, and there it was. Our little grey car! I just walked out following everyone else, not realizing I was walking out the WRONG way. Ugh.

Once I found the car, I started to relax a little bit. I drove over to my sister’s house to give her a birthday present. My sister who is expecting a baby any day to add to her current houseful of kids. She is amazing. Her kids are all so cute and happy, and they all wanted to show me ALL their toys while their mom was trying to talk to me. I obviously don’t visit enough. It was nice to just sit and visit with her. Hopefully all will go well with this new baby and she will be born without problems. They are worried about her measuring small, so she has to go in for all kinds of tests. I think her poor old uterus is just tired and worn out!

By the time I got home, it was almost bed time for the kids. They took a break from their video game extravaganza to say hi to me, while I ate some dinner and then dragged myself up and flopped on the bed.

I turned on the tv and flipped some channels, and saw that they were playing Les Miserables on PBS. Amazing. I settled in, got some Kleenex, and watched the second half. In an attempt to avoid going to bed, the kids all wandered in, and climbed on my bed. “What is this?” they asked, “Who is that?” “Why is she crying?” Hey, I’m not here to give you a commentary, I thought. But I tried to explain it in simple terms, and they were soon enthralled, as well. It was such a nice moment. In my cozy bed, surrounded by my kids, trying to instill in them a love of all things musical. But then Ryan came in, scoffed at my viewing choice (he’s not a fan) and sent the kids to bed. It’s a good thing, because they really drag out those PBS pledge drive shows. But I kept watching, tears rolling down my cheeks. It’s just all so SAD. But the music is so beautiful! Even though Ryan doesn’t like the show, he was kind enough to set it to record the next showing, since I had missed the whole first half. He may be crotchety and not like musicals, but he knows me, and is sweet like that.

All in all a good day. Exhausting. I got zero Saturday jobs done, and neither did my family, but we’ll survive the mess, and I’ll remember the musical experience of the day.

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Our Roadshow, by the way, will be performed tomorrow. I’m hoping I can get some good video and post a song or two to show you how incredible these kids are, and what a great show we’ve created. And then I will sigh a great big sigh of relief to let you all know that I have survived.

Cheese, Grommit!

March 4, 2011 / / 1 Comment


In our house, if you run out of cheese, it’s a national tragedy. Call someone and see if we can get some FIMA money…we’re about out of cheese!

There’s the teenaged boy who comes home from school and makes himself a ham and cheese sandwich every day and piles on the slabs of cheese. There’s the grade school kids who only take school lunch on pizza day, and every other day they take home lunch, which is usually a ham and cheese sandwich and some other stuff.

I buy the big blocks of cheddar and the HUGE slab of presliced American Cheese at Costco. Because I don’t want to be running to the store every other day for cheese. Or ham. I buy the three packs of sliced lunchmeat ham and turkey, and then I pick up ham at the grocery store when it’s on clearance and I pop it in the freezer. But every once in a while, I can’t find any ham in the freezer, and then people start to freak out.
“Mom, there’s no HAM!”
“Well, then eat something else.”
“There’s NOTHING ELSE!”
“I’m sure there’s something else, I just spent $75 on groceries, we have to have something that you can eat.”
“But there’s no HAM.”

Seriously? Yes. This is the actual transcript of an actual conversation.

And sometimes, there is the perfect storm of tragedy when we are out of BOTH cheese AND ham. And when that happens, we might as well all just lay down and die, because what is the point of living?

Today is one of those days. We are out of the sliced American Cheese. Yes, there’s a whole block of cheddar, but to a few people in the house, Cheddar is ignored. It’s not the fake AMERICAN cheese they want. Oh, yeah, and we’re out of ham.

I’m on my way out the door as I type this, really. Because when those hungry little people come home from school, there had better be something for them to eat.

Do you have a tragedy food in your house? Something that if you run out, it’s considered a national emergency?

I had my chance

February 11, 2011 / / 2 Comments

Yesterday I got a text from my daughter, asking me to bring her a skirt to school. She needed it before her last period started. Since I didn’t look at my phone until almost noon, I had to scramble to her room and find a skirt. But wait! This was my chance! This is the daughter who, no matter how many cute clothes I buy her, she continues to wear the same ratty shirts, jeans and jacket. I’ve bought her cute skirts and dresses, as well, but we seem to always see her on Sunday in the SAME skirt.

Gone are the days when I can dress my girls like this.

or this

Sigh.

But she had no choice here! I could pick out the frilliest pink thing I could find and she would HAVE to wear it, right?


Wouldn’t she look cute in this?


or this?

Sadly, We dont’ own those cute dresses, because if we did, they would just sit there in the closet. I only had a few minutes, so I had to just grab what I could find in her closet. I picked out two things, to give her options. One was a really cute wrap dress that she has actually worn in the past, but not for quite a while. The other, a skirt that she has also worn, but it’s not her favorite. I also included some shoes, because she can’t just wear her ratty old gym shoes with a skirt, right? I guess I played it nice.

Not that it did me any good. Not long after I took that bag of clothes to school, I got a frantic phone call from the same ungrateful child asking me to find and bring her basketball shoes for the game that was starting in 30 minutes. FIND and bring? You have got to be kidding. I grabbed husband away from his work (working from home has it’s perks) and enlisted him to help me search for the shoes. And a frantic texting conversation went something like this:

Me: Where are your shoes?
Daughter: Look around my desk and chair.
Me: Not there.
Daughter: By my basketball clothes?
Me: (after pawing through the pile of dirty basketball clothes..ick) Nope
Daughter: Maybe in my cubby
Me: (running out of time, so running down to the mudroom to search for the shoes there) Not in cubby
Me: (looking in a basket under a pile of coats in the mudroom and finding the shoes) Found!

Then I sent Ryan to the school a few minutes early to get her those shoes before her game. It was nice that he was there, because even though I was going to go to her game, I still had to wait for all the kids to get home and take two girls to piano lessons. Then there was a junior high carpool mix-up and I ended up driving some kids home, so I didn’t get to the game until 15 minutes after it started. Which they won, by the way.

Oh, the things we do for our kids, right?

J is for Jenna

January 30, 2011 / / 3 Comments

Sunday was Jenna’s 10th Birthday! What a fun age 10 is.

She didn’t get a party this year, but did decide to get her ears pierced, so Jenna and I went to the mall to let the ear piercing professionals at Claire’s pierce her ears. She was very brave and didn’t even hardly say ouch.

Here she is with her newly pierced ears.

We also went out to Applebees with the whole family. Since it can get very crowded there on a Saturday night and we didn’t want to have an hour long wait for dinner, we scheduled a lunch date. It was nice.

For her cake, Jenna wanted an owl cake. Not wanting to disappoint, I found SUCH a cute owl cake!
cake

But you know how these cake designs go…they look SO easy in the directions, but when making the cake, there are so many variables. Maybe the cake is not so dense and it doesn’t hold up very well, maybe the frosting isn’t thick enough, maybe things fall over.

I had baked the cakes, and my girls really wanted to help frost the cake. Which was good, because then I could shift the responsibility on to them and hopefully ease my stress (cake decorating REALLY isn’t a talent of mine). cake

We got him all assembled and decorated, but then he started leaning. And leaning more. We kept trying to prop him up with shims of cookies and additional chopsticks stuck through the middle.

“What would Duff do?” I said to the kids in somewhat of a panic. Jenna was in the other room listening to our conversation, and she must have REALLY wondered what was going on with our cake.

Finally we decided to prop up the plate so that he could stand a little straighter. And the frosting didn’t seem to be stiff enough and I was worried that his eyes might just slide off his face. As soon as the cake was done, we called Jenna in from the other room so she could see him before he collapsed.

She was thrilled. She actually put those orange dots on the owl’s tummy herself. And what do you know? The cake did not tip over, collapse, or have have his eyes slide off. Success!!

When we look back at these pictures, I’m sure my girls will remember the “fun” we had making this cake together, and hopefully they will laugh at the memory.

I hope it was a wonderful birthday for my dear little girl, Jenna. She is a joy in our family and we LOVE HER VERY MUCH!

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