In honor of Matt’s birthday, Liam spent most of yesterday running around wildly in circles screaming variations on the theme: “Birfday Cake!” “Presents!” “Gonna blow out da candles!” “Happy Birfday, Dad!”
We started the day by heading to Southern Sweets because my husband loves a good carrot cake and unfortunately I’ve never made one. I didn’t want to risk it for such an important occasion, so we headed to Decatur to get one from the experts.
From the minute we started talking about going to the bakery, Liam was talking about eating cake. I kept trying to tell him that we were going to pick up the cake, but we couldn’t eat any until Matt was home because it was his birthday and his birthday cake. At some point I think Liam picked up the concept (after much repetition) because from the back seat he quietly said something like “Dad gotta blow out da candles, Liam gotta be patient.” He was slightly confused (but happily so) when the lady at Southern Sweets gave him a sample of the old fashioned chocolate cake (my favorite) for being charming.
After grasping the concept of waiting for Dad to come home to have cake and presents he went about the business of running all over the house waiting “patiently” for Daddy to “COME HOME…RIGHT NOW!!!” This included ‘helping’ me wrap the presents and sprawling himself at the bottom of the stairs intermittently shouting “I think I hear him! I think Daddy’s home!”
Needless to say, by the time Matt arrived home, Liam had reached fever pitch (a state in which he stayed right on through until bedtime). We went ahead and opened presents and had cake at 5pm because it was clear that Liam really wanted to participate. Here are pictures of the cake experience:
“C’mon, Dad. Are we really just going to sit here right next to this cake and not eat any?”
“Okay…I get it…here’s one cheesy smile for you, Mama”
First attempt:
Second attempt:
Liam becomes a little worried that it’s all a cruel joke and that he’ll never be allowed to eat any cake:
“You swear this isn’t a trick candle, right…?”
Liam thinks:Â “I think maybe he’s got it this time…”
“Yay!”
Liam whets his whistle while Matt takes the first bite:
Finally!
Thumbs up?
Thumbs up!
You are my old lady but I don’t think it means I am your old man, although I am an old man.
Well, I think we’ve established that you’re definitely not my ‘baby’ so if you’re rejecting ‘old man’ then what would you prefer? My ‘giant adolescent’?