Critter turned 13 last week, and we celebrated pretty much the whole week long. We didn’t party that long out of a thirst for excessiveness, or other tomfoolery….I am just so disorganized that sometimes these things just happen.
His presents were wrapped and opened one day.
His cake was made another day.
We had friends over to share said cake yet another day.
Look, I’m not proud, but I’m also not ashamed. Rather, I’m charmingly muddled and unsystematic. And the benefit is that Critter gets to celebrate for a great deal longer than I suffered labor! It’s a win-win!
When I asked him what kind of birthday cake he wanted, he responded ‘yellow with raspberry filling, and buttercream icing!’ I was so relieved he chose something within my abilities!
And when I danced through Walmart in search of birthday candles, I found the COOLEST birthday candles ever!
These candles burn with colored flames that match the candle wax! It was crazy, man! He loved it!
And, it turned out, that they were also the kind that tend to re-light. I loved these candles!
Behold, I did as my Critter requested! It was dingdang yummy, too! It would have been perfect had I not placed a bright green doily (left over from last St. Patrick’s Day) underneath the cake as a cake-plate liner, while it was still warm, so that it inadvertently became one with the cake and was a wee bit CHEWY. What was I thinking? Who likes the stale taste of year-old doily paper with green dye, mingled with yellow cake?
No one, that’s who.
But I digress.
The cake was still delicious….but WAY sweet….perfect for a 13-year-old boy with boundless energy.
So we wrapped up that energy, and took it sledding with our friends!
A slap-happy, affection-filled, snow-down-your-pants time was had by all!
Except me. I just lounged in my full-length, waterproof, down-filled, comforter-sized coat. Although, I did gather my strength a couple of times to throw snowballs at people as they careened down the hill.
Happily, no one was in any danger, as I have noodle arms, and throw like a baby.
By the end of the week, Critter felt well and truly 13, and now wants to experiment with colored flames. An overly-energetic, teenaged boy, playing with pyrotechnics. What could possibly go wrong?
This is why we can’t have nice things.
Mama Boe 