Have I mentioned that I hate any and all cake decoration? Every time I think, "Okay, I'm gonna try this and it's gonna come out great!!" And it never does. I've come to terms with that, and I've resorted to cupcakes. And even those don't come out as I envision them. But whatever. Cupcakes it is. I can't stand paying a bakery to make a cake that's 90% frosting, since I hate frosting.
"Really, Mom? That's the best you can do?"
He didn't even eat the thing.Opening the presents. Thanks to all our friends who gifted him with toys that make loud noises and drive into my unsuspecting ankles- he loves them. I've been wanting to get Erik one of those balance bikes for a while. You know, the ones that are short and don't have any pedals. I just knew he'd love it. And he did. Until he tried to get on it, realized his legs were too short, and saw Taylor take off with it as soon as he got the chance. The poor middle child. Can't even get a present he can play with from his parents on his birthday.
Happy Birthday, Boo!
(There was a period of about a month when he was around 9 months or so that he was constantly crying. He was sick and always had the sniffles, he was trying to walk so he was falling down a lot, and he just couldn't keep up with Taylor. So whenever he would cry I would say, "Boo-hoo-hoo!" to him. Ever since then we frequently call him, "Boo.")