Monday, March 23, 2009

5



















Cinderella turned 5 on Sunday.

As much as I was hyperventilating at the thought of my firstborn turning 5, on Sunday I was completely at peace about it.

I realized that I have actually been looking forward to 5 for two years now.















5 means kindergarten, and reading, and adding. 5 means taking responsibility, and making friends, and writing stories. 5 means independence, and understanding, and maturity.















5 means my motherly pride has never been greater.

This year, 5 also meant my mad baking skilz failed me:















I swear this wasn't my fault! The cake was completely cooled.

I think it was the frosting. Cinderella insisted on the party frosting with the little candy bits in it. Obviously, it was a little runny.

I even tried scooping it back up and re-spreading it. That frosting was having nothing to do with that cake.

Oh well. I have another birthday coming up in May to prove I can frost a cake.

For now? I still have 5.

3 comments:

  1. Interesting cake! But happy Birthday toy our 1st baby girl!!

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  2. She's so cute! Happy Birthday!

    I love that frosting...hahaha!

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  3. I feel your bittersweet pain! My oldest is almost 7! 7!!!!!!!! How can that possibly be? I'm much too young and fair to mother a 7 year old. Ha!

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