Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The Day of 1000 Cakes

Guess who is 8 years old today. No really. Guess.

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Did you guess this shifty looking dude?
‘Cause you’d be right.

Quinn was a little bummed out that his birthday fell on a school day, so we worked really hard to make sure he felt it was special. We let him open a couple of gifts first thing in the morning (including that awesome Minecraft shirt in the photo above) and we gave him cake almost immediately upon waking.

I should explain the cake. We have these awesome neighbors. Every year for Christmas they bring us a coffee cake. Quinn LIVES for this coffee cake. Every single time my neighbor walks into our house, Quinn runs up and asks if she has coffee cake with her.

She almost never does.

But! A couple of days ago, she brought over a coffee cake so Quinn would wake up to it this morning. I hid it in the freezer and pulled it out last night and put it on the counter. You should have seen his face. He was DELIGHTED.

Cake count: 1

Then it was off to school where he was celebrated on the bus with the happy birthday song and his classroom, where he shared mini-cupcakes and was celebrated again.

Cake count: 2

I had a brand new bag of flavor blasted goldfish crackers (his favorite) for him when he got off the bus, but he skipped those and went straight for leftover cupcakes.

Cake count: 3-5

I collected all my kids and we did homework and then I let Quinn open one more gift. (I made him wait until Alex got home from work to open most of them. I am terribly cruel.) This one gift, however, held him over for a while because it was the greatest gift in the history of gifts.

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SNOWCONE MAKER!
That’s right. I bought a large device that only does one thing—a thing that the ice maker in the refrigerator door pretty much does already—and is basically a delivery device for sugary syrup. This is probably the biggest waste of money in the world. But you know what?

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It was worth every penny.
Happily, Alex arrived home shortly after I sugared them up and Quinn was able to (finally) open his gifts.

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We now own all of the Minecraft things. All of them. No really.
After that, we ate dinner and then…

Wait. What did we do after dinner? Oh, right.

Cake.

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Even better, ice cream cake covered in twelve tiny plastic cats.
Cake count: 6

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Don’t be alarmed, Sam. They’re just…sizing you up…you know…for later.
Happy birthday to my funny, quirky, smart, adorable, hilarious Q-ball. You’re the awesomest 8-year-old I know. (And that’s saying something, because I know some pretty cool 8-year-olds.)

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One of these cats was “scary” and didn’t make the final cut.
 And with that, I bid adieu to birthday season until October. Thank God.

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