I have THE BEST memories of him being born, feeling like a total superhero when he finally arrived, hanging with him in the hospital, just the two of us on our own little babymoon.
He was a breastfed baby who GAINED WEIGHT in the HOSPITAL and slept for 10 hours in a row at 2 weeks old. A total unicorn. The sweetest baby in the world, so little trouble and so much joy that his very presence convinced us to have another right away.
Then, when he was 9 month old and I was pregnant again, ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE and has stayed loose for the last 6 wonderful years and three perfect months.
He's a total handful, an impossible little elf-- so mart! so sporty! so wild!
He wanted an ice cream cake, so I did my best. I have to say, though, that the whole project was doomed practically from its inception because I had 3 cake pans, but they were not all the same size, and by now, you know I am way too impatient to do the one small thing that would make the whole project work better like WAIT and re-use a pan or even go buy another pan or at least take everything out of my one huge nightmare corner cupboard where you know what? I could probably find a matching layer pan. Anywho.
cupcakes for Cooper's class for today
parents of the year, after all.
And this happened because OF COURSE IT DID