Tuesday
Feb062007
worst case scenario


Every time I spend hours on a cake I worry & worry & worry when it comes time to transport said cake. Last week my worst fears were realized on Davyn's birthday. Luckily, I was nervous enough to take a "before" picture just in case. Aidan and I were both on edge as we packed up and drove off. Our house is surrounded by construction. And construction zone turned to war zone as I nervously navigated the bumps & jolts. It honestly only took a few bumps for the cake to begin leaning. Aidan's nerves were worse than mine. I could see him in the rearview mirror, breath held, brows furrowed. When the beast of a cake finally did fall, it happened in slow motion. Or so it seemed. Aidan wailed (seriously), and cried out, "Oh no, Sponge Bob is doomed." I laughed (seriously), and breathed a sigh of relief...no more tense, white-knuckled driving. Worst case scenario has struck.
We arrived at the party. The pineapple was on its side, windowless & doorless, my car was coated with frosting, Sponge Bob had lost a shoe, but we removed a layer, propped the whole thing up and hoped for the best. I'm honestly surprised it still stood.
It was fun for the birthday D because I truly didn't care that he *redecorated* as we sang to him. And he had no qualms about digging in to eat the smashed sponge. 

Sidenote: If you're wondering, we do use utensils, but D thinks he's a dog lately. So he crawls on all fours, and when given a snack, it's often dumped on the floor to be licked up. Yum.

But here is my favorite Birthday Davyn shot. He and this sunglasses gift from Grandma Kay have become inseparable. I'll remember his cheesy sunglass pride for a long time, and I'm sure I'll remember Aidan's wail of "Sponge Bob is doomed!", but I certainly won't remember the 3 1/2 recipes of cake, 5 recipes of frosting and 6 hours of decorating involved in a smashed pineapple under my seat.
Reader Comments (26)
I am going to make Ryley a ladybug cake for her birthday. It should be interesting. As long as it sort of resembles a ladybug, I will be happy!
Love the sunglasses picture. When Ryley was 3 months old, I purchased her some sunglasses from the optometrists' office I used to work at. We took her picture and they used it in the optical to promote their line of baby sunglasses. It was funny.
I was horrified to hear that you had a pineapple catastrophe in your car. I think you recovered very well -- both cake and spirit! I don't know that I would have been as c'est la vie after all that work! It's really a work of art!
I love how he said it was doomed. Too cute. When we move back in 18 months I may be calling you for hire. Do you do it as any type of business? You are quite talented my friend!
Since reading your blog and the comments your friends make, I've come to realize how talented you are in yet another area. I'm so glad you took a pic of the cake...soooooo cute; and Aiden's comment is too precious. It's fabulous that you young mothers have this medium to record your history as you keep in touch, share your lives and your thoughts, and actually write down the adorable things your munchkins do and say.
Keep it up....
Megs, that makes my heart hurt to think of Talin saying that. We definitely need to see you guys. I'm sending you a package that has a few goodies for the boys...make sure they know it's from Aunt Amy! I worry about them forgetting me so far away!
I agree with everyone else -- that cake was a work of art. But I'm just as impressed with your ambition and willingness to commit that kind of time and effort as I am with your talent. Hope everyone at your house feels better soon. All us girls here are sickies too. Not fun!