lucy's birthday

As I was sending Lucy off to school yesterday I realized "Oh darn" (I didn't really think "darn," more like a bad word that rhymes with "sit"!) "I have Lucy's treats for school done, I have her party for friends Saturday all planned, I have her family party on Sunday all planned, but I don't have anything for tonight!" And while one might think Lucy has an abundance of birthday fun waiting for her this weekend, when you're very small it's pretty important to make your actual birthday very special. So, good mommy that I am, I whipped up some delightful vegan chocolate cupcakes for her. We also let her open a lot of her presents, but saved a few for the family birthday party on Sunday. The hit of the evening - besides the cupcakes - was the singing birthday card James gave to Lucy. I will be hearing that singing hamster in my sleep for days, I am sure. I think she had a lovely day.

fruits of my labors

My baby and my baby's cupcakes . . . fruits of my labors indeed! These are the cupcakes James and I made for Lucy to bring to Kindergarten today for her birthday. My sweet baby girl is six!

baking extravaganza

Lucy's birthday is tomorrow, and as it will be a school day, she wants to bring cupcakes to share with her friends. We had some over-ripe bananas on hand, so James and I made some banana cupcakes that we'll ice later today with coconut icing. For Lucy's birthday party on Saturday, I'll need four (!!!) layers of chocolate cake to build her fantastic cake design, so James and I also made a double recipe of our favorite devil's food cake. For the party Saturday we'll also need Halloween cookies to decorate (gotta keep the children occupied!), so James and I went ahead and made the dough for those as well.

The photo above depicts the aftermath of our baking extravaganza.

brazen mice, or why our cats are worthless.

So we're watching T.V. Sunday night, catching up on some shows we had DVR'd, when suddenly a mouse runs out from behind the television. It runs across the living room floor to the fireplace, stops, looks up at me, I scream, and it runs back behind the television.

Now, this was not in the middle of the night, we were not being quiet, the room was not dark. The T.V. was on, lights were on, we were having an animated discussion about football, and it was only about eight o'clock at night! I am so shocked and disgusted by the brazen mice that live in my decrepit falling apart rotten old house.

Oh yeah, and where were the cats? Good question! They were all lying around, asleep somewhere. Worthless felines. If James tries to pull your tails I will not intervene.