May 29 was Nicholas’ fourth birthday. (I’m a little behind.) Poor Nicholas always gets the shaft. We never seem to celebrate his birthday on his actual birthday. Last year he blew out a candle on a stack of pancakes. This year, he had ice cream at a restaurant in Bernkastle, Germany. Good enough until we could have cake and presents later.
He’s four, can read, knows his numbers and days of the week. Gone are the days when you could trick ‘em and say, “Oh, no…you’re birthday’s not until Saturday.” Some days I miss those days.
That orange thing on his cake that looks like a hand, that’s a crown. He wanted a crown brownie cake. It took a lot of questioning to determine that. “Crown” and “clown” sound exactly the same when Nicholas says them.
Guess I got off easy. Twice a year I’m reminded how terrible I am at decorating cakes. And how much I really don’t like doing it. Can only imagine how spectacular my attempt at making a frosting clown would have been.
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From Nicholas 4th Birthday. Shot May 29 & June 3, 2012