I visited Lifeasmom.com’s Birthday Cake Round-up.
Why?
Because I love love love themed kid parties and making the cakes to go along with them.
This is the ladybug cake from my daughter’s 3rd birthday. I used my big glass measuring thingy from Pampered Chef because I remembered hearing at a party that you could use it to bake a cake. I finally found out how long to bake it by searching for the Barbie Cake recipe. I used mini-oreos for the spots and chocolate twizzlers for the legs and antennas, and a cupcake for the head.
And above is the full effect. I told you I love party themes. I made these flowers to go throughout the entire house.
And here’s my superman cake. It was totally freehand and I wasn’t sure how it would turn out, but all the kids knew what it was, so that means it’s good, right?
And here’s the dining room wall decorated for that party. Like the beach towel tacked to the wall?
I’d love to share more, but that would require scanning since the others were taken back when we took party pics with one of those cameras that uses . . . um . . . y’know . . . film. Yes, that’s what that stuff is called.
I’ve followed in my mother’s footsteps and implemented the policy of only having a “friend” party every other year, starting when they’re three. I don’t go all out when we have the family parties, but to me, they’re just as fun and special. And my kids are totally okay with it because they know what to expect. The fourth birthday is the hardest since they had their first party at three. We’ll see how my daughter handles it, thankfully she’ll have the added benefit of two older brothers to tell her to get over it.
So why the title of this post? Because it’s true.
When I started this blog, I had no idea who would want to read it. I felt very alone, other than the people I saw on shows like Hoarders. Friends who have earned the level of trustworthiness (translated -love me anyway) status to be able enter the house when it’s at its worst are usually shocked. Even knowing me, they didn’t know that I had this “issue.” People often tell me that they wish they had the energy I do. But it’s creative energy. Energy to notice my house and keep it tidy, not so much.
I love to check out my follower’s blogs, and I must tell you that you guys are awesome. Seriously, you should go click through.
I’ll clarify that I am in no way calling any of my readers slobs. I assume that most struggle with housekeeping, though probably not as much as me. But when someone comments that my thoughts are similar to theirs, and I go to their blog and find that they are unbelievably creative, love beauty, appreciate art and are intelligent, it makes me feel so good. I like to think that I’m a little of each of those things, but sometimes my slob issues make me feel like I must be kidding myself.
And hey, now that I’m this far in the de–slobification process, surely I’ll be able to put even more energy into the parties next year when I don’t have to spend an entire week cleaning the house first!
And for anyone reading who is totally not a slob, my friend whose creative kids’ parties beat mine out everytime is not a slob at all. You can drop by her house anytime and it looks great.
Check out more cake ideas at Lifeasmom.com.