And clothes without stains or holes.
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It is 4 a.m. on the day of Julia’s 5th birthday party. I just finished her cake. This means I have been up all night working on it. And here it is.
I know. I KNOW. It has a lot of problems. I’m not even going to discuss them, because it is finished. FINISHED!
I would be embarrassed to tell you that it took me sixteen hours to make it, but I think that doing anything for a whole sixteen hours in a row is kind of an accomplishment. Or a sign of insanity.
It looks nothing like the cake I had planned. It turns out that I have a lot to learn about fondant. Also, our air conditioning failed and I discovered that everything I ever knew about buttercream frosting had changed, so this cake is kind of an against all odds sort of miracle confection.
It actually looks good from far away and, hopefully, in the eyes of my five year old.
Today is Julia’s 5th birthday. And since I can’t seem to complete the sappy, weepy post I’d been working on, I thought I’d capture the moment with an interview with my birthday girl over breakfast.
Julia, what do you like most about yourself?
I like…hmmm…I like being five and, I don’t know, being myself.
What might you like to be when you grow up?
A princess or a firefighter.
What is your favorite thing to do?
Dress up and be like a princess.
What’s your favorite food?
What’s your favorite song?
What was the best thing about being four?
Going to preschool.
What new things will you do now that you are five?
Go to Kindergarten and play with my new five birthday presents. And I’ll go to college soon.
What can you do really well?
Sing. I’m really good at singing.
What makes you feel proud?
Just being myself.
What makes you happy?
That I’m five. I just like being five. Being five feels really kind of good.
Dave and I like to play this annoying little game of one-upmanship in which we each declare that we love the other more.
“I love you more!”
“No, I love YOU more!”
Well. Dave thinks it’s a game. I’m actually pretty serious about it. In fact, I have evidence in my favor.
Look at the picture.
Check out his body language. What is it saying? Let me show you.
I know. This means I am less loved. And it’s cold and lonely in the deep dark night. But it also means I am the winner. And winning is surprisingly warm, my friends.