Note: This blog post was finished up when I looked like this:
And now I look like this:
But I wanted to at least get this birthday post posted before I post his birth day post.
So here’s Trinity’s birthday celebration commemorated:
Mamma was tired.
A precious little girl was turning seven.
BUT, the birthday tradition in our household is that birthday child gets to help shop for, plan and make (homemade) everything for the birthday party with mommy.
Its part of the fun for them, and so despite utter exhaustion, we pushed through and put together this little girl’s birthday party.
Of course, she wanted a Frozen cake, and of course we put off making it until late the night before the party, and of course, the all-natural food dye that I bought LAST year for her birthday cake had not retained its “color” so all colors were…
How do you make a Frozen castle cake with no coloring, and its 10 pm and Mommy is so tired?
(Did I mention that it was the very first week of school, AND Daddy was out of town speaking at a weeklong conference?)
We improvised and Trinity and DJ took over and built a castle cake that they wanted. Trinity still made Olaf out of marshmallows, and cake making time turned into creative expression time for the birthday girl and her big brother…
Those kids had so much fun getting to stay up late with Mommy, and create their own cake using their own ideas, and they were so proud of their final product.
I laughed to myself as we worked on it, while thinking of all the amazing cakes that moms spend hours making and then post on Pinterest and everyone is impressed. Well, this Iverson crew, we’re here to make everyone feel better about themselves.
I laughed even harder when Trinity and Daniel Josiah, in their excitement and pride over our creation said, “Mommy! You should take pictures of this cake and put in on the internet!”
Oh, honey, if you only knew how many other people do that exact thing…. (Daniel Josiah doesn’t really know about Pinterest so much)
So we laid that cake in the fridge, ready for the next day’s festivities. And I prepared to lay my pride down.
The next morning the little guys helped mommy make a piñata while Trinity was at school (we ran out of time for her to make it with me) and then we scurried off to our simple party site at the park.
Trinity had so many of her dear friends there to celebrate with her, and we played simple games involving plastic spoons and ice cubes, and “snowballs” that were actually water balloons.
We believe in using our imaginations around here.
And we whacked at a piñata, and ate that lopsided cake, and played hard, and celebrated well, and mommy and daddy (the game coordinator) crashed hard afterwards….
but crashed with a very joyful, and contented seven year old in our home…one that has no idea that her humble birthday party was one that